Maximum city

Welcome to India.
Welcome to Mumbai.
There are 16 million people living in this megacity, and 60 % of them live in shantytowns or slums.
Of course these numbers do not represent a lot, and personally I do not like numbers either, but it might help you to understand the dimension of this fast growing city, and it might help you to fathom some of my personal experiences during my brief visit.
Mumbai is overwhelming, but it doesn’t have to be.
It certainly has its own flow, and that flow def involves some insanity. It took me some time to get used to it.
That flow for sure involves crowds, wherever you are and whenever you step outside, there is never nothing going on.
It’s a hard time, trying to avoid crowds , and when you catch one of the suburban trains in Mumbai on a normal weekday, you can call yourself lucky to find air to breathe. I would have never believed that so many people can fit on one train.
The crowding doesn’t step away from the traffic either. Having grown up in the countryside, I was def introduced to new dimension of just masses of people moving in any possible way of transportation every day.
On the street, there is everything that moves to be found. Cars, rickshaws, taxis, bicycles, people, dogs, cows, donkeys….
Most astonishing however that it all seems to work out. I mean, no one keeps to traffic rules, but somehow there seems to be an invisible law that keeps the total chaos away. Being used to drive in European traffic, it would have certainly been suicidal for myself to try and drive around Mumbai.
“Its an adventure crossing the streets of Mumbai”, a local man was shouting to me, amused by the sight of my debutant attempts of crossing one of them.
If you seek the calm, keep away from Mumbai. The beeping and honking and shouting never stops, as its the drivers’ method of communication. The city seems to bathe in constant noise.
My first encounter with Mumbai’s traffic was my adventurous taxi ride from the airport to Bandra, one of Mumbai’s suburbs, where I should meet my lovely couchsurf hosts Lauren and Micheal, two journalists from Australia, that took about 2 hours for about 8 kilometers.
Adventurous? Yes, even a taxi ride can be an experience, but don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed myself very much by staring out of the window, absorbing the craziness on the streets.
Lauren and Micheal were about to finish one of their articles, about the slum dwellers, an international NGO ,based in Mumbai, aiming to improve peoples’ life in the slums.

Dharavi slum is one of the biggest slums in Asia, and a huge part of Mumbai, all in all there are about 1 million people living in it. We choose that spot to take photographs for their article and interviewing some people doing businesses in Dharavi.
I want to add here, that I felt very uncomfortable during our visit in Dharavi, not because of what I saw, but of the feeling of being an intruder in the inhabitants’ life. I felt a bit voyeuristic.
I would have liked to show my veritable interest in peoples’ life, but my very little Marathi skills ( Marathi is the language that is spoken in Maharashtra, the district Mumbai is situated in ) gave me a hard time trying to do so.
Regarding this, the generosity we encountered is even more amazing.
People in the slums were generally very friendly and welcoming, willing to show us their way of living.
One boy showed us the factory he works in and we even got invited for pastry into a bakery, situated in the cellar of a building.
They were people who had not much to live of but willing to share everything they have. These experiences def gave me something to think about. It’s a kindness, we should take example of.
Of course in this density of living, there are as well many environmental problems involved. There is much pollution and by walking through some alleyways, one can def smell the sewage.
The rivers that flow through Dharavi serve as a dump.

Dharavi though, is not the only impression of Mumbai though.
It’s a city of extremes.
Poverty and abundance are existing just side by side.
The controversity of having and not having is ever apparent. You see families living in tents just in front of some fashionable condo blocks. This picture is very authentic for Mumbai, and I found this a very sad one, making me think a lot about justice, because I actually want to believe in justice, but that’s another subject.
The good thing though is that there are a lot of good people doing good things, so there is hope, for sure.

Another thing I want to write some words about is the gender situation, because I am daily confronted with it and personally I find it very hard to tolerate.
The gap between men and women in the Indian society is apparent.
Sometimes I have the feeling that I am not treated seriously, as if as anyway I would not have something important or interesting to say.
For me, I find it very difficult to judge how I should behave, being confronted with, in my view ,sexism. As then I fall into the conflict of westerners traveling to developing countries and the difficulty of finding a balance between tolerance and setting the limit for my personal dignity as a woman.
I appreciate my freedom, and I have a hard time negotiating with it.
But for me, obviously, that’s only a short termed problem, as long as I am not wanting to stay in India, but for the Indian women, it’s a daily fact, and that’s another fact, giving me a lot to think about.
Nevertheless, I do not want to spread negative feelings about India, as in fact, I am liking it a lot.
But I just want to give you an impression of life in India, and the thoughts and experiences I personally encountered, and that still follow me around.
I am daily amazed by the craziness, in a good way, and I find Indian people generally very warm- hearted, friendly, kind and very curious people.
Of course I get stared at, a lot, wherever I go, and the worst when I am walking around on my own, but most of the time, people are just curious, and when you actually speak to them, they show a lot of interest and respect. For sure I have to be nasty sometimes, especially to men, if they loose that respect, or to beggars when they follow you around and keep touching you asking me for money, but till now, a strong pronounced “no” has always been accepted.
Just as I mentioned the begging, well that’s another problem that I am daily confronted with.
As a foreigner I am just the perfect target. Sometimes my heart just softens and I give people a few rupees or I take them to one of the many many food stalls and buy them some food, what they take gratefully.

So I hope that I could give you a little impression about Mumbai, the maximum city, and I will try to write soon about India more.

Maximum city, by the way is a great book about Mumbai, written by Suketu Mehta.