The Changing Bom/Mumbai
Changing India
I have had the privilege (?) of living in New York for four years. When I reached the Big Apple, the City that never sleep, my first impression was that I was still in Bombay, the Indian city that I love the most. What similarities did I find between New York and Bombay? Not in size or style or even in look. It's something else. Here you have two cities, where an `immigrant' like me can wander around without being stared at and asked to leave (politely or unpolitely). Here you have two cities, where a commoner like me can move back and forth, scaling all nooks and corners of the city without having the luxury of one's own vehicle.You feel at home, because in the public transportation systems that you move around you meet a whole range of familiar faces from your `family', the family of `immigrants international'. A family that knows no boundary; it crosses all geographical, national and political and many times economical borders.
But I'm talking about the Bombay of the late eighties and early nineties. The New York that I felt at home is the pre-September 11th New York.
In 2006, I'm back to Bombay to live here for a short period of time. It's not Bombay anymore, it's Mumbai, more `swadeshi' it sould be. The cityscape with the concrete skyscrapers remains almost the same if not uglier than in the 90s. The pace of the people hasn't changed, if not faster and more aggressive. That determination I watched on their faces in the 90s has vanished and given way to anxiety and suspicion.
The earlier immigrants have somehow settled down; the new ones keep coming.
Should I believe that this city continues to be friendly to the immigrants who made it is through their dreams fulfilled and unfulfilled?
I would have, until yesterday.
The rude awakening or shock came to me at a doctor's clinic, where he charged my friend with an ordinary flue a consulting fee of Rs. 500!
Which city are we talking about and whose country?
Is this the Bombay I thought I knew and felt at home?
Is this how the privatization that many of my friends glorify going to treat a commoner like me? Then something is wrong somewhere and there more is to go wrong sooner or later.