Amchi Mumbai Subir Roy
The patriarch dismissed it all with an elegant wave of his frail hand and the firm put down: "Anyway, we don't care, and the less we have to go to Delhi, the better." The shelf life of Delhi ended as quickly as the flies that swarm around lights after a shower in rural Gurgaon disappear. In my hand was a prospectus for a bond issue simply "submitted" before SEBI, not even "approved" by it, sitting right there in Bombay. The controller of capital issues was as distant as Delhi was in kilometres.
It is amazing how Delhi drops off from consciousness as soon as you step into a well-ordered metropolitan lifestyle like Bombay's. In the heart of the city there are no noxious three-wheelers with obnoxious drivers who break more traffic rules than have been invented. There are Marutis galore, but they do not weave in and out of lanes with the gay abandon of moths that have not been to driving school. Waverers will not just be prosecuted, but persecuted by the thought that one will be taken for yet another up-country bhaiya ruining the fine city of Bombay.
In Bombay the day is tighter, like the traffic