Life in passing

Yes I can't remember names of strangers or people I won't see again or people I don't consider important. Its like troubling your mind for no good reason. But I don't forget my friends names, no matter how little time spent together friends are friends. And I do remember their names and sometimes their birthdays but again I can't guarantee the birthday part ;) but I guess people understand that after a few foul words. And the friends who can understand and take my sarcasm and  cynicism are always dear to me. So now you can expect a call from me sometimes. And you are the only Social Servant I know, I think it needs a lot of character and conviction to be one and see what you see everyday. Hats off to you the funny walking belly dancing social worker.

Mumbai a city so heavily dependent on public transport gets crippled when there is halt in the train services. A million commuters get on Mumbai trains everyday in the morning and in the evening. And when those million people get on the roads it chaos everywhere. Last night at CST station when no trains where running and people where still stranded there at around 10:30 pm, out of frustration they got on the roads and were stopping every vehicle that was passing by and getting in it if there was space to get in. Not a common site to, to literary barge in any vehicle. Some of the vehicle owners were kind of enough to give those people a ride back home but of course most were not. But its almost like when the trains stop running the city has been hit where it hurts the most, but as they say the spirits of Mumbai can not be damped for long, it will reappear but only when the trains start working otherwise the offices will half empty, the business will run at half their potential. A...