Lights. Camera. RCNM.

Note: This post is not a lesson in the alphabets; it is about having a conscience while having some fun. Enough has been said about the Nashik Dhol, the dancing during visarjan, the themes of the Ganpati’s and the scrumptious food that Mumbai is known for. Also, enough “breaking news” has been made from the rising decibels, the POP idols and the 24/7 coverage of the Mumbai traffic during visarjan on all news channels (when all you have to do is look down from your window and there it is!) There are over 3, 00,000 (yes, that many zeros!) Ganpati idols immersed in water bodies around the city each year; only 1/6th of which are eco friendly. ‘Eco – friendly is the way to go’ is what environmentalists have been shouting. But is anyone listening? So what are we doing about it? We are cleaning the beach. Yes. Tomorrow, 6.30 am on Juhu beach we will gather with our brooms and gloves. Hope to see you there.

Fingers tapping constantly on the key pad, eyes on the message being typed and also looking around to take note of this world, a demented smile on our faces while reading a message, deafening music playing in our ears; it is how we roll now, with our senses under THE phone’s control! Can we imagine a day (or even a few hours) without our phones? If only, (God forbid :P) you wake up in the morning and don’t find the phone next to you or worse your phone ‘dead’ (metaphorically, they don’t actually live, you know?) most of us will have an heart attack. Like I did the other day…. My misfortune - I forgot my phone charger in office! (It does sound a very petty thing, but only those who have passed through such trauma can understand!) First reflex, I check the battery, it shows 5%. I skip a beat. You don’t have an IPhone charger; you don’t have an IPhone charger! Panicking, I try to search for an alternative charger, but all in vain. Finally the countdown ends, NOT to my delight. T

It fell. The metro had been covering the skies for days now; making everything dark. The boy didn’t like it. No one did actually. But they said it was progress and everyone heard while they said so. It would reduce traffic. It would make the world a better place. Would it, the boy wondered? But he was fine. His father got a job building it and he got a home living under it. It wasn’t so bad, was it? He played on the road, slept under the skies. He saw kids with dreary uniforms and sulky faces go to school every morning. He would be rolling in his bed of sand and mud glad he didn’t have to go. But maybe he would have liked it. He would know someplace with a roof if he ever went there. Maybe he would not have to live under the metro. But its fine, he thought. Living under the metro wasn’t that bad after all. When it rained they had to sit under one plastic sheet, all 12 of them and try and sleep. That was the only bad part. But on the other days, it was good. Then, it fell. His father w