A blazing hot afternoon, we were traveling from the domestic airport in Mumbai to our home in Andheri East. We were back in Mumbai after two years, the traffic had doubly worsened. Flyovers not withstanding, potholes on main roads, not very different from the Mumbai we remembered two years ago.
The number of vehicles could not have possibly doubled in two years time. Our vehicle's wheels tended to display an almost human need to hug what were the smallest patches of reinforced concrete remaining...when we came across the only explanation for the apparent doubling of traffic.
The route led us via the road circuiting the international airport. We were amazed to see the shining image of the sun reflected on the surface of the water collected in a ditch spanning half the width either side of the road, bang outside the international airport.
Images of the "India Shining" slogans which we had left behind two years ago, reminiscensed.
The number of vehicles could not have possibly doubled in two years time. Our vehicle's wheels tended to display an almost human need to hug what were the smallest patches of reinforced concrete remaining...when we came across the only explanation for the apparent doubling of traffic.
The route led us via the road circuiting the international airport. We were amazed to see the shining image of the sun reflected on the surface of the water collected in a ditch spanning half the width either side of the road, bang outside the international airport.
Images of the "India Shining" slogans which we had left behind two years ago, reminiscensed.
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