Mumbai.....the other side of the glitz and glam

Marine drive made me fall in love with the city and Elphistone made me ridicule it...

Mumbai, the city of dreams,
Mumbai, the city of bitter realities...

If on a running train, a 12 yr old kid snatches your bag and jumps of the train, then what exactly should you feel, you will have to experience it to feel it, it was not the feeling of loss, it was not the terror of being robbed, it was not the pain of getting the lost things done again...It was nothing but anger, ragging within...anger on the city, that forced the kids to get down to such activities, it was the feeling of shame to know that on a station were more than 100 trains stop by did not have a single constable to address my problem...and the reason being that the next day was the 'once in every three months happening drama' popularly called the elections...so be sure you have no right to fall into trouble, the day before the elections.

what more when you walk into the railway police station that is two stations away from where the real tragedy took place, you find the police more helpless than the person bearing the loss, just four constables on duty, the rest are serving our not so deserving future leaders....

Now my F.I.R is done but trust me not for a moment did i expect my bag to come back...feel like sticking posters around....'In case the police needs help, call the citizens....'

That's reality....