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It looks like Mumbai breathes easy on Sundays. Normally, the long, long drive from one end of the city (Nariman Point) to the other (sort-of) end in Navi Mumbai would take close to or over two hours. On a Sunday, it takes less than an hour and a half. Early on in the morning, it takes even lesser. Apart from these times, the daily sounds of travel drowns the Arabian Sea.
Someone said that you take the buses and trains of Mumbai for ten years, every day, from some place to another, there are just so many people in this city that on the first day after those ten years, you’d still find no familiar face. I doubt that is to be taken literally, but it sets a decent premise nonetheless.
The harbour line is interesting. One of the dirtiest routes to ply on, on road, with much of it just an open toilet. A bit further past Dockyard Road, you end up at Wadala. This has now a flyover being built on the way to Dadar. Flyovers in Mumbai? Never thought there was space for it, but going by the one from CST to Byculla, there is plenty of room.
The Palace cinema at Byculla had a horror movie running which apparently was a “Santosh Sivan film”. Those posters are everywhere in this area and so are posters of a film called Mukkadar ka Badshah (I think). The font is so terrible that it took me more time to read the film’s name than to realise that it had Rajnikant in it, with Meena… so 2+2 = Muthu. What?
If the harbour line is not for you, you take the road via Sion and Matunga. It’s much cleaner, and has less of Rajnikant-remakes (Yeah, ok… despite the Matunga, Sion, Rasta Peth, hall of fame for south Indians in Maharashtra.) or dicey horror movies. The pirated books in Matunga are still in place. Never a Sunday for them, I suppose.
Opinions about the city fly around like advertisements in an IPL game. Unlike the latter, one I remember.
“Everyone here seems to be in some sort of a circular queue. Its radius won’t increase, but number of people in this queue, is. There is no way out of it and they develop a rage to stay there. Some call it being industrious, but it is just hopeless rage.” Who cares! It’s a strange city, but a good one at that.

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