i am a true mumbaikar...n by dat i mean i spend a major portion of day commuting....n wat makes me a thorogh daughter of the soil is dat i use all d veins of this mega-city...to stretch from one place to another...i.e. the BEST (n truly the best!!)bus and the local trains....
in my daily happy adventures one thing that has consistently come to my notice it dat we mumbaikars are very accomodating....for instance...wen a bus comes to a stop...we all cling to the handle wid our might and throw ourselves upon the crowd...n then as the bus begins to roll out the unfortunate ones who cudn't get it...run along wid the bus....wat i have observed is dat while there r ppl already standing on the big toe alone at the edge of the door...but yet wen they see someone battling so hard..they fidget and make place and try to get the person in.......and to me it appears as some kind of exchange and understanding of the struggle...or maybe it is like sharing of frustration,,,,and that ironically becomes the worst part if the city....while we share frustration we indavertently encourage it also...we help because we have suffered....we ease the pain but somewhere we r unable to kill the cause...this largely symptomatic way of dealing with situation has permeated not only our way of living but also the thought process of the citizens...n dats why wen ders a bomb-blast of some calamity all of us unhesitantly help each other...but in doing so we salute our spirit which has already been killed....
