Utopia

Mumbai is a great city.. A complex city, of simple people. The greatest luxury in the life of an average Mumbaikar is the prized ‘Window Seat” in the local. No sooner is the train in sight; half the population of octogenarian present on platform and nearly all the middle aged men are in air in anticipation of landing into the local, even before it comes to a halt, just for that prized window seat. The precise calculation of the velocity of jump and the angle of propulsion is so complex that it would make a neat research paper involving the most complex mathematical formulation. But then it is Mumbai, and mark you no one perfects the act as well as a Mumbaikar who tries this gravity defying stunt several times a day. For the less fortunate ones, less said the better. No other group of humans, except the 1.8 million mumbaikars, will ever agree to mutually continue living in as infrastructur-ally challenging conditions as prevalent here. The vestiges of the roads, found scatter