Showing posts with label Mumbai diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mumbai diary. Show all posts

Monday, September 29, 2014

Nodding's alright

For a city that claims to be sleepless, it's worth noting that we catch quite of people dozing off during daytime. But what about non-human creatures in the city? When do they sleep? Do they have a set time table? Of course, the answers to these queries can be derived only from the kind of neighbourhood a given animal or bird is staying in. Cats in some localities are more nocturnal than usual while pigeons in some buildings don't flutter during noon in order to avoid scorching sun. And the same is true about stray dogs as well. In some areas of the city, they are more diurnally visible while in others, they can be heard barking throughout your sleeptime. I recently caught a 'domesticated' monkey dozing off in its sitting position at Juhu Beach while his owner was tight asleep on the sand. In such a conundrum, biological clocks are going to clash with the nature of a habitat and one of the two is going to settle for a compromise.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

For old times' sake

It was evident from the wrinkled face of that old man standing in the super-packed local that Harbour Line is the worst. It's worse for senior citizens. And the younger lot seldom stand up for what is right. They somehow remain seated. I don't know if that poor fella was expecting anybody to give up one of their seats but what i know for sure is—as expected—none did. 
Is shehar ne jaanwar bana diya hai hamein; aur humne ise chidiyaghar. 
I sincerely hope the grand/fathers of all those who overlooked him last night find someone kinder in their commutes. It's as if they couldn't keep their ass from touching a surface for even few minutes. Apparently, running is the only non-gymnastic function in which gluteal muscles get to work. Otherwise, all these internal organs are good at is expanding. 
For the dismal record, Mumbaikars run only after public transport. Makes sense when they over-credit themselves for finding a place to sit.
At times i wonder why isn't there a separate compartment for oldies, especially when there is one for the womenfolk and the disabled. Lastly, why not an Oldies Special in the line of Ladies Special?