Shoba Srinivasan comments : Nice meandering thoughts!Welcome to the world of working adults ;), although you haven't felt the "full heat", I'm sure you'll be better prepared and more appreciative of the slogging adults at home from now on.
All the very best! Shoba
Prerna Karnik comments : Nice article. I have always compared the Mexican workers here in the US with the labourers back home. I also had some exposure to Indian workers' lives in UAE and a few other Arab countries. A labourer enjoys the free time much more than others because you have to be tired enough to realise what just sitting back is. I remember a Hindi poem, read long ago in my primary school text book, a labourer who has worked the whole day in the Sun will know the pleasure of cool moonlight. Keep writing. PK
Moizullah Tariq Malik comments : Very well written .....has hit the right target i.e the heart...hope to read more from you.......
Guess Who comments : You steal the words from my mouth Gaurav. I feel nice to know that people like you exist. Moreover I feel nice, simply that I know YOU. I too am a Mumbaite and coming from another place, the situations in this city shocked me. Speaking of train incidences, I would like to say something as well. Coming from Churgate, a flock of beggar children ran after me asking for money and food. I couldnt bear to even look at them. I continued on my way...as I too waited for a expectedly late train, i observed the children. They were playing.... After some time it seemed that they had gotten in some sort of argument, about some petty thing. The youngest girl of all started crying in a corner. One of the other kids (maybe her sister), went to her side and started whispering things to her, and all the other kids joined, forgetting their disputes. The precious girl started giggling and laughing. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. A beggar child, with hardly any clothes, an empty stomach, and dirty face.... can manage to smile about something that is right in their life... THEN WE dont have any right to shed tears. Whenever i feel like crying, now i feel ashamed - of what petty things we cry on and are sad about. There are bigger things in life to worry about, or actually be happy about, but we choose to bitch and cry. We should learn, from those children who have nothing. I agree with you totally Gaurav. Lets see if you can figure out who I am. I dont think it should be so hard. :) Nice to come across your article.
Anne Blythe comments : Very nice! I tell this to everyone who writes about Mumbai-If you havn't read Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts, please do.
