Upside or downside is the question. It took me a while to think of and place what was going in front of our car. Mini-van, mini-truck, tractor..?
After a while it stuck me that it was the good old Premier Padmini resplendent with the colours that make & characterize Mumbai’s roads! At 8.00 AM on the Western Express Highway at Andheri, this was indeed a sight!
I have no clue as to where all the grass is headed. It perhaps is going to some buffalo (or cow or ox or goat for that matter) in the posh confines of Juhu. Or Bandra. (Any notion of a pun is purely coincidental and unintended). But it sure must be a posh buffalo. If it can have its grass come in by taxi, well, you get the idea.
On two other days, I spotted these.
This seemed like a whole lot of rag. To my eyes they did look like rag. But do, notice the rope.
And this definitely a whole lot of box for the boot !
Mumbai amazes in its ability to stretch & accomodate every bulge that is conceivable. And every taxi driver worth his name will have the following.
1. RC book & licence
2. A black squarish box which (which he calls meter) will determine how lighter your wallet will be at the end of the ride
3. Tremendous resilience
4. And most important, a rope. Yes. A rope, to accommodate the extra bulge at the ‘boot-side’ (somehow ‘backside’ seemed very culpable of being mistakenly understood, and thus bringing disrepute to my intentions.) ! So, next time you are take a taxi in Mumbai , check for the rope.
And remember, bulge is ok. The metropolis will stretch & give you a long rope. Sentient. But with a precondition: you better run at its pace.
Have Grass. Have Rags. Have Bags. Whatever. Bulge is ok.
But RUN ! That’s a must!.