I was worried the world was coming to an end. Yesterdays hot and amazingly humid conditions in Mumbai refereshed some images from a TinTin comic edition titled ‘The Shooting Star’ which I had browsed long long ago. The sweaty stinky moist bodies of middle-aged men brushing in the crowded locals, is not my idea of a pleasant journey by any stretch of imagination. Yet someone amongst the heavens above might have yearned for some more fun to unfold as the train I was riding pulled in on the newly constructed (and a true nightmare for any infrastructure project in this city) platform no. 8, which is far from the Borivli area. The long march towards the exit was completely forgettable.
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A Day I Would Love to Forget!
I don’t know how many of us can foresee an eventful day when we wake up early morning. I couldn’t either and hence this article comes up :-)
It was like everything had to go wrong for me right from the word ‘go’. When I was taking mummy to the hotel from the hospital, the taxi driver took a longer route and I ended up paying out of my shallow pockets. He didn’t have the necessary change to give me too. Then on my way to the office I encountered another driver who did a similar thing by taking a longer route. I guess every one was briefed about taking their passengers on a ‘joy ride’ today by the Taxi Union. By the time my day was over and I met mummy again at the room, I took another taxi ride to the station. This time the driver didn’t have even 2 rupees to pay me the extra change for Rs. 20. So I obliged by fishing out the last penny that I could find from my big bag and yet it was 50ps less which he didn’t mind :-)