Bombay!

I spent the day in true Bombay ishtyle, waiting at the station for an hour for trains that didn't come, and then in an antique Premier Padmini taxi, with worn out wipers, through water-logged streets, and hitherto unexplored routes (a result of the ingenuity of our taxi driver), that can be called, not roads, but a colony of potholes, seeing the real city that is sought to be hidden under a facade of reflective glass, and more time on the way and back from office, than in office.

And at the end of the day, I'm unsure whether to be proud that Bombay and its people have survived yet again, or in shame that we are incapable of standing up for our basic right to live a decent life.