Saturday, 12 May 2007

Water Water Everywhere

One of the strange things about Mumbai is that during the entire time I have been here there hasn't been a single drop of rain. I once thought that I heard some but I quickly realised that it was just the gardener watering the grass. In itself I guess it isn't that strange - the monsoon isn't due to start until June 10th (according to a hotel driver) and it was over well before I first came out here last October. The thing that is really strange is that there seems to be no sign of a shortage of water.

Everywhere you look there is water. In all the top hotels there are stupidly large ornamental water features and fountains. The gardeners water the flowers and the plants and the grass, both in the hotel grounds and in the reservations in the centre of the road. The people who live by the side of the road always have washing lines of clean clothes stretched between whatever is standing on either side of their abode, or draped over bushes by the road side. In fact, washing clothes is a bit of an obsession here - I read somewhere that the people of Mumbai are very proud of their washing system. And when you look around, it is clear that even the poorest people have really clean clothes - most of the beggers at the traffic lights included. Men you see walking on the streets always seem to have achingly crisp white shirts, which I thought wasn't the best colour to have in a place like Mumbai that is hot, dusty and sweaty...

A couple of days ago we past a small row of shacks by the side of the road when it was obviously wash day. Out of each of the shacks there was a hosepipe, spewing water out into the street or into brightly coloured plastic containers. This was then either used to pour over small children, scrubing themself clean, or over the washing that they are somehow pounding clean on the dusty, dirty pavement. It's amazing really how they do it.

But this still doesn't answer the question about the water. People are pouring it all over the place (I even saw someone watering the pavement the other day - no word of a lie). But where does it all come from? I was thinking that they must pipe it down from some glacier in the Himalayas. Until I looked round a bit more and realised how green Mumbai is.

Don't get me wrong - there is very little open space in Mumbai. A report in the Times of India last year said that Mumbai had the least public open space of any of the world's top cities. There aren't great parks like in New York or London because of the sheer weight of people crowding into the narrow strip of land which makes up the city. But against all the odds, trees and plants are shoe-horned in, much like the people themselves. Down the side of every road there are trees cemented into the pavement and bushes planted in the central reservations. I have even seen walls that have blantantly been built around trees - and I don't mean the walls have changed course to allow for the trees, the trees have literally become part of the wall and are bricked right in. In Mumbai, everything is crammed in together - people, cows, cars, dogs, dirt, rickshaws, beggers, trees, shacks, corner shops, 5 star hotels, high rise flats, two wheelers, taxis, shopping malls, newspaper sellers, handcarts, rubbish, cricket matches - pretty much anything you can imagine. And the trees are painted with red and white rings at the bottom.

Anyway, back to the water (finally). All the trees and plants are green and strong. Not brown and wilted as I would expect. Which leads me back to the question, "where does all the water come from?". Answers on a postcard please...



Tuesday, 8 May 2007

MTV shocker...

MTV in India plays Hindi music, mostly songs from the big new blockbuster Bollywood movies.

Imagine my surprise whilst channel hopping to come across Michael Buble. Singing about Spiderman. Followed by another Hindi film song.

Weird.

Friday, 4 May 2007

Yes, I saw the plane abandoned on the street...

...but I didn't take a photo and apparently it has now mysteriously disappeared. If you have no idea what I'm talking about have a look here - traffic wasn't really going much more slowly than usual though.

Seeing as I don't have a photo of my own to show I have 'borrowed' one from somewhere else so you can have a look...


Wednesday, 2 May 2007

Taxi Guide (i)

After writing in my last post about the various classes of train travel in India I thought it might be useful for anyone thinking of travelling to Mumbai if I also outlined the main classes of taxi driver that one might come across in the city.

No. 1 - The born salesman
This guy always wants to take you to a shop - usually his brother's shop, or sometimes his friend's. They are always "very cheap" and usually nowhere near the place you want to go. And normally sells carpets. Just say no. A lot.

Typical conversation:

Me: Can you take me to the Atria Mall?
The Born Salesman: You want to go shopping? I know a very good shop. Very cheap. We go there?
Me: No, my office is opposite Atria Mall
T.B.S.: But this is very cheap shop. My brother's shop. You look - just look, no buy.
Me: No. I need to go to my office. For work. Not shopping.
T.B.D.: But you like shopping? Tomorrow I take you? Very good shop, very cheap. You like.
Me: Hmmmmm, maybe. But now we got to office, ha?

On their days off I believe theis type of driver can be found selling drums and big balloons (yes really) down Colaba Causeway -

"You want a drum?"
"No"
"Very cheap!"
"I DON'T WANT A DRUM"
"Listen" *taps drum* "Very good, very nice"
"I DON'T WANT A DRUM"
"Camel skin, very cheap -you want?"
"I DON'T WANT A DRUM"
"OK, you tell me your price. Very cheap. As you like"
"I DON'T WANT A DRUM"
etc....