Sunday, 1 July 2007
Everything sucks… except the drains
And so, another messed up day in aamchi Mumbai. Pictures of people struggling under waist deep water. Laments of people who could not go about their business. Buck passing and excuses spouting BMC. The missing in action CM. TV journos speaking to middle class families whose clothes and utensils went for a swim. The power cuts engineered by the nervy Reliance. And of course the one mandatory thing that makes me retch: the famed Mumbai spirit and how citizens step out to help each other. Like a bad D grade film rerun on a SAB TV or a Jain TV, this sequence plays out every monsoon, and then people crib and carp a bit, and life simply moves on as if nothing happened. I think our collective apathy has reached a dangerously boring high, we just don’t want to do anything anymore. Even 26/7 wasn’t enough for us to rise and do something to change this city’s spiralling fall into destruction. This city has become a whore… we sleep with her, we use her, we earn from her… and after we’re done, we leave her alone to die. And we pay our netas to play pimps for this over-worked, AIDS ridden randi.
Sahib Singh RIP
While all of us were saving our lives in Mumbai, elsewhere, the BJP leader died in a car crash. Frankly, I don’t know much about Varma. Maybe he did outstanding work for Delhi, whose CM he once was. Maybe he was one of the men who divert our taxes to make Delhi rock. But I will remember him for just one thing, and that was his flight on Jet Airways. Here’s the link to my article I wrote in Mid Day 4 years ago. (Click here.) May his soul rest in peace.