One has to experience driving a vehicle in Mumbai.
Over the weekend I decided to pick up a friend and go to Bandra, such an innocent plan, but I was a naive new driver in the city and hence not prepared for the many dynamic parameters involved.
I stay in this suburban neighbourhood in Mumbai and living in this side of the city is considered fairly uncool(?), but considering I shifted to Mumbai at the age of 8 from a remote valley in Assam, me and my family had no idea that my coolness factor will be negatively impacted by a 40 Km distance.
My relationship with Mumbai is just as any other : Love + Hate
Coming to the point , driving to Bandra includes crossing Powai, and getting stuck in Powai traffic is a life altering experience, a dementors kiss. (Update : The road has since been broadened and hence acquired an acceptable level on insanity)
What I can never get over is the fact that:
1) There is a temple in the middle of the road
2) Any time of the day you can see a bunch of cows lounging and munching on plastic right in the middle of this road
Friend ( Who has been sitting in the passenger seat for the past 2 hours) : “I love driving”
I felt it would be best not to comment and I was not exactly in the mood to talk about the love for driving.
At the very moment, we saw black Lamborghini zoom past us and suddenly brake behind a scooter.
Me:”like, why on earth would you drive such a car in Mumbai? How can you possibly feel nice about accelerating for precisely 5 seconds before you break behind an uncle driving a Bajaj chetak at 15 kmph? “
Friend: “I would love it!
He should have stopped at this, but he felt it is necessary to add…
“….maybe it’s a guy thing”
That was it.
Maybe it IS a guy thing, maybe it is a Mumbai thing. Not my thing.