Those were the days when the goons of Maharashtra Navnirman Sena were bullying and bashing up the North Indians in Mumbai. A friend from Texas sent me an email sharing the revolutionary step taken by a school to break racial barriers.
Why can’t you ape our schools? How can geographical, linguistic or communal barriers stay in an era of online communities? Read more
I happened to visit Tata Memorial Hospital during my Mumbai stint. There was so much pain all around. The only heartening news was the quality time spent by some people, including the two Bollywood stars Salman Khan and Vivek Oberoi, with cancer patients. Read more
It was sometime in early 1990’s. I was on a trip to the United States under International Visitors’ Program. As it was an all women delegation, the issue that dominated deliberations was women welfare. One of them was domestic violence.
I am back in the Bhaiyyaland much before Raj Thackeray could throw me out of Maharashtra. My stay, barely two and a half years long, in the dream city had been like a dream come true. Having suffered the laidback attitude of the North for umpteen years, Mumbai’s high spirits and systems that infused people with extraordinary energy and efficiency overwhelmed me. What I loved most was the Mumbaiyya lingo (not very sophisticated) — not the vada paav. I don’t remember when and how I imbibed it. But one day I surprised myself by asking the cabwallah, tereko wahan jaane ka. Read more
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