This Man Perfectly Explains Why Mumbai Is The Best Indian City To Live In

31/05/2016 1:23 PM IST | Updated 15/07/2016 8:27 AM IST
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The 'which city is the best' debate is one which can never be concluded convincingly. "Please, have you seen your roads? Our balconies are wider than them," average Delhi lovers are often heard telling average Bombay lovers. "Don't you have to get a gun licence before you get a rent agreement when you move to Delhi?" Bombay retorts.

And amidst all this, Bangalore is usually busy flaunting its average temperature and Kolkata, its house rentals.

The city debate never ends. Friendships, relationships and office lunch partnerships have been known to sour over the love for cities.

However, let the truth be told, there are certain Bombay things that most other cities will struggle to keep with. And no, we are not talking about the very ordinary Vada Pav.

So when a Quora user cribbed aloud, 'Why do people live in Mumbai?', admirers of the city were very miffed.

"Transport sucks, sea has very small beaches. Everything is so expensive. There is no peace. These is no place to live. Walk all the time and walk even more. No shopping malls. No public amenities. Local trains suck, local train stations suck," someone whined on Quora.

Not sure which city the poor fellow has landed in thinking it is Mumbai, but public transport is actually very convenient in the city. No one has been heard complaining about having to walk endlessly in the city without grabbing hold of an auto or a taxi.

So fellow Quora user Arpan Kumar De, who moved to Mumbai after having lived in various other cities, had the perfect reply for him. Here's what he had to say:

I took a Cab from Lower Parel to Worli. The fare was Rs.67. Since I was coming from Bangalore, I gave Rs.100 to the cab driver and started walking towards my office. The driver called me back. He gave me Rs.30 back. I started walking again. He called me back again and gave me 3 bucks back.

This is why I love Mumbai.

It was Holi Morning. I had to come to office. My cab fare was again 70 bucks. The driver did not have change. He went ahead and bought a Vada (a typical Mumbai snack) worth Rs.10 and returned me the balance. When I was walking away. The driver took his plate of Vada, offered me half of them. “Boss, ek lelo, Holi hai!”

This is why I love Mumbai.

It was my first night out on Marine Drive. The rainy days were about to start.I sat on the rocks with my friend. And suddenly it started raining. Ohh, I can’t even start to tell you how much people love the first rain here. It was 3 a.m. I saw a group of 3 girls, all dressed up in their short LBDs , probably coming back after party. They got out of their car. And started drenching and dancing in the rain. And no, not a single guy catcalled them.

This is why I love Mumbai.

Just on the opposite side of the road ,where the girls were dancing, there was an old traditional Muslim couple. They were completely wet . The rain poured like nothing I have ever seen. Yet they sat there enjoying the view of the sea, holding hands. They were in their 60s.

This is why I love Mumbai.

Every Time I took the local train, I realized there is always a place for another person. It always looked impossible from the outside to get in. But somehow “we” always used to fit in those small coaches.

That is why I loved Mumbai.

Every time it rains here, I wonder if the city is coming to a stop. It literally is like the hell broke down. I saw platform being overflown by rainwater. Then when I reached my office, I saw everyone came to work. People somehow manage to live here, irrespective of anything. The best part is they do it with a smile.

That is why I loved Mumbai.

There used to be a couple, just below my first apartment, on the street. They did not have a place to stay. They were homeless. I used to take the cab for my office from the front of their tent. I saw the old guy reading his news paper, sipping tea and I saw her wife combing hair of her one of the street dogs. I never saw them sad in their happy little home (tent?). The wife always wore a little lilly on her hair.

That is why I loved Mumbai.

I was at Dadar Station . It was 9 in the morning. It is pointless to say that it is one of the busiest hour. I saw a couple smooching on the platform. They were probably saying goodbyes to each other. From what I figured out later the girl was moving to another city on a long distance train. And then I realized I am one of the very few people watching. Everyone else is busy about their own train.

That is why I loved Mumbai.

The city is an infrastructural mess. The air is so polluted at times I could not see the top of my own building due to dust. The place is so over crowded that there is probably more space in a first world country’s prison than in Mumbai. Yet, I saw a Punjabi 26 year old guy,dressed in formal, singing his heart out while coming back from office on a bike. I saw a Jaguar stuck in the same traffic light. And they coexisted happily, side by side.

That is what Mumbai is for you “naked, sheer raw acceptance of truth”

I saw thousands of small homes. Homes of the size of washrooms of my place in Kolkata . Yet, I never saw a permanent sad face in any of those windows. People ran, people fought, people struggled for their dreams . “One does not live in Mumbai, One struggles in Mumbai”.

Mumbai is still the city of dreams. Mumbai can give you respect, happiness, irrespective of your caste, creed, gender and economical status. As the tea stall owner just outside my office used to say.. “Ambani bhi petrolpump pe petrol deta tha.. To hum konsi maal hai?”

And that my friend is the ultimate reason why I will always love Mumbai.

Edit: Buck can also mean Indian Rupee. buck Meaning in the Cambridge English Dictionary

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