Mumbai – Impressions of the Commercial Capital

Tripoto
26th Dec 2018
Photo of Mumbai – Impressions of the Commercial Capital by Sidhant Joshi

The City of Sri Mahalakshmi

Mumbai, the city of Sri Mahalakshmi, where the goddess of fortune and abundance resides and grants favours, worshipped by countless devotees who have made Mumbai their home.

A city of contradictions. At once, a city of crime, where the crime is not visible. And still a city where you feel safe no matter who, where or when you are. A city in India where a policeman will help you push your car if it stalls. But a city, albeit, where cars do not stall. A city that seriously worships money. Where to be a ‘mota seth’ (obscenely rich man) is not an insult, but a title that replaces any that the old aristocracy might have had on offer.

Photo of Mumbai – Impressions of the Commercial Capital 1/3 by Sidhant Joshi

Mumbai: Little Boxes

Little boxes, people on people, concrete humanity. The only city where it all works, against all odds. A city within which people strive for excellence. Or how else could they stand the pace of desperate living here?

Bright lights, neon signs, fast cars, beautiful people. Naturally, the city never sleeps. Mumbai, the commercial capital of India. Home of Bollywood that churns fantasies and dreams, reality and unreality.

Photo of Mumbai – Impressions of the Commercial Capital 2/3 by Sidhant Joshi

The Vitality of Dreams

Local commuting trains that belch people out into the underbelly of the city. Street urchins so street smart they actually reach adulthood smiling. The dirt and the squalor. One giant slum of a city. And yet, each individual respects the personal space of another. Truly cosmopolitan. There are no divisions, no differences, no advantages, no qualifications. Only your ability to deliver.

Throbbing with the vitality of dreams and the will to realize them. To reach for the stars. It is a city of instant changes, constant changes. A city of opportunities, a city of fortune. It is where tomorrow stands today. If you have the guts and the gall to live in Mumbai, survive it, and enjoy it, you have arrived. Welcome to the real world. No-one has time for anyone here. And yet, at times of crisis, no city responds with greater solidarity.

Mumbai is where the intrepid traveler sees yet another face of India. The caterpillar during chrysalis. Certainly a strange transition from the nineteenth century to the twenty-first.

Photo of Mumbai – Impressions of the Commercial Capital 3/3 by Sidhant Joshi

When I first visited Mumbai I thought it was the one city in India I would avoid living in. Yet, I have done more living in Mumbai than anywhere else. Even while living there, I escaped from Mumbai at every opportunity. But why? Surely, the city had been nothing but kind to me. Perhaps, indeed, it is the presence of Sri Mahalakshmi – gracious, gentle, bounteous.

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