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Showing posts with label Mumbai Trains. Show all posts

An open letter to Mr. Modi


Dear Mr. Modi,
People worship you, praise you to the heavens and truly believe you are the only one that can uplift India from a developing nation status, closer to being a developed country. And when I say people I don’t just mean the Gujaratis but the people of India in general. My plea to you as a Mumbaikar is please don’t ignore our city like every other PM has. Mumbai provides the highest per capital income at Rs 1.67 lakh but still has the maximum number of homeless people in India.

Mumbai is bleeding, it is bursting at its seams and is a ticking time-bomb that only you can stop from an otherwise inevitable detonation. Our wonderful city that contributes to 33 percent of India’s tax, 60 percent of India’s customs duty and 20 percent of India’s foreign trade is in a state of wreckage. In spite of doing so much for the nation for years on end, Mumbai only got its metro 30 years after Kolkata got hers.

There are more than a hundred reasons as to why Mumbai needs a drastic overhaul. For instance, the vehicular traffic according to the 2009 Mumbai Development report was to touch 1.87 million by 2010. We do not have roads wide enough or strong enough to handle that. In the financial capital of the country 55 percent of its population lives in slums. And we still have more and more people pouring in everyday from every corner of India. Mumbai is still currently running on the Storm Water drainage system put in place by the British more than 100 years ago. Now that is just ridiculous! Don't you think? Travel by the local trains during one heavy shower Mr. PM, you will then know what a living a nightmare looks like. Noise levels all over Mumbai exceed prescribed standards of the Central Pollution Control Board. And if you want to talk about air pollution levels, things are so critical that breathing the city’s air for a day is equivalent to smoking a packet of cigarettes.   

At Rs 1.03 lakh, Maharashtra has the second highest per capita income as compared to other major states in the country, according to the latest Economic Survey. However, on the Human Development Index (HDI), it ranks way below states like Kerala and Punjab that have a much lower per capita income. Why so Mr. Modi? 

Mumbai is still however made out to be a city of dreams, but where is the quality of life? The Mumbaikar has to survive in spite of a serious lack of infrastructure, horrible and dangerous roads, overcrowded public transport, water problems, obscene rent rates, pollution and filth to name a few issues. In spite of these problems more than 1000 people migrate to Mumbai everyday in the hope of finding work to provide for their entire families back home, wherever that may be. Mumbai cannot handle its current population; imagine what will happen with the increasing migrating traffic!

There are about 75 lakh people who travel by the suburban railway system everyday; and around 360 thousand people per hour during the peak period, while the capacity of the services is close to about 160 thousand per hour only, that’s close to three times the capacity. Imagine the stress levels this city has to deal with every single day! And still we’re expected to make do, survive, and travel to and fro from work preparing for a battle with our lunch dabbas and laptops before boarding a Churchgate/CST local. Yes, traveling by local train is the same, if not worse, than a battlefield.

To make things worse, our city is also sinking! Yes, Mumbai is sinking and according to Marine Biologist, Vishnu Kanhere, there has been a 30 cm rise in sea level over the past three years. And no, we cannot blame Global Warming for such a rapid rise. Kanhere also says, “In Mumbai, the seashores have been reclaimed. Mumbai itself is a reclaimed area comprising seven islands. If the high tide level continues to rise at this rate it is time to seriously think of how to save Mumbai. Even the seashore has eroded and there are few beaches remaining.

Mr. Modi, we have survived bomb blasts, flooding every monsoon, the everyday Virar local and many other things in this beautifully abused city. But it is not ok anymore, we cannot adjust, we cannot make do, we NEED a change. And we need it ASAP. Millions of Mumbaikars, me included, are eagerly waiting, not for a reply, but for some ACTION on these critical problems.

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ps: I know this is not a regular blog post but since you agreed to accompany me on my journeys, this is one of them.

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Hello there to my readers, after a really long break. Lots of pending posts I know. I was going through a period of total withdrawal, wherein I shut myself up and just couldn’t get myself to write. I hope to post more often than I have in the last one year.
A picture from our trek to Sagargad

The last year was a good year for me in terms of travel. S and me took trips to the Andamans, we did a fifteen day honeymoon in Thailand, took off to Singapore, and attended the Sunburn festival for the first time in Bombay and Goa. Other shorter scattered weekend trips to Chennai, Gorai, Pune, Alibagh and Lonavala could be thrown to that mix and I’m still not satiated. Obviously I never will be, unless I am travelling on a one-year budget world-tour. We heard about a couple who saved for five years and took one year off to travel. How amazing is that? Sigh, they were also earning in dollars.


My post today is about a lollapalooza (my new favourite word) - a really funny incident that took place today in the local train on my way to work. The pictures should give you a good idea of how rush hour in Bombay looks like. Yes, it’s not so pleasant. And it probably gives me another reason to get away from this maddening city ever so often. I don’t like people in my face, it makes me claustrophobic. After falling on the platform twice and getting punched, kicked and losing my toe nails to an angry bunch of heels on several occasions I try and be a little safe and take the ladies special usually, which is a little less crazy.

This morning, while I was standing facing the door with the Rock of Ages album blasting in my ears and struggling to play Temple Run 2 inspite of the usual shoving and pushing, I heard several screams emitting from the door and saw women squirming in front of me. What could it have been? A cockroach or a rat? I gingerly step ahead out of curiosity and I see a handsome stray dog that has waltzed in. Women continue to scream and move away as the beautiful animal looks on innocently, unable to understand, only wanting to be petted. A young girl and her mother shush everyone, telling the ladies to stay calm and stop shouting as they were only scaring the dog. The dog wags his tail, looks around nonchalantly and continues to walk unruffled, manoeuvring his way amongst more screaming women. Not once did it bark.