This article is submitted anonymously.
This article is submitted anonymously.
This photograph is submitted by Abhishek Bissa (BA.LL.B. Class of 2020)
I came to Mumbai wanting to be a lawyer.
But, photography happened.
Since then, this city has motivated me to click more, explore more, be more.
This article is submitted by Lakshmi Srinivasan (BA.LL.B. Class of 2018)
More emphasis on ‘Tamilian’. This is because gone are the days when the territory beyond Solapur was called ‘Madras’ and people uniformly addressed as ‘Madrasis’. While this belief may be prevalent in Mumbai, it is predominantly and annoyingly emphasized upon in NMIMS. So probably, the only people I feel who understand my position are the cleaning staff, who are incidentally from Salem, South of ‘Madras’ (Disclaimer : the word is misspelled, not to be pronounced as Abu Salem)
So now that the keypad is handed to me, I choose to debunk some myths about Madrasis geographically and culturally.
1. You are a Tamilian from where?
The one way you can gauge the amount of geographical attention and common sense a person has in NMIMS, it is when someone says the above. I think the state makers tried to make it logical for people to understand a Tamilian’s origin. Yet for those who choose to remain blissfully unaware, here is a so-called Madrasi breaking their bubble.
See, Madras was quite big for administration. Which is why the blessed souls making states decided to have five states with different types of people and cultures: Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh, Telangana, Kerala, Tamil Nadu. But it is still very difficult to identify which state Tamilians are from, ain’t it?
2. You are a Tamilian, so you speak Malayalam?
Don’t the English speak French? Don’t the French speak Spanish? Don’t the Spanish speak English with the hard pronunciations? This question takes the same color.
The moment when someone asks me the question, I feel like saying ‘unfortunately no, but I aspire to’. In case the bulb refuses to switch on, Tamilians speak Tamil.
3. Aren’t you from Sri Lanka? LTTE must be your baby..
Ya.. Sure it is. I am as much a Sri Lankan as you are a Caucasian, Mr. NMIMS student. LTTE is such a blessed organization that has made a one small step to screw every Tamilian’s happiness. Mr. Prabhakaran, are you listening?
4. All your languages are the same and have jalebis as a script!
Ouch! Sure! All your languages have scripts like green chillies! Burn!
I wish our languages are that mouth watering, but they are not. And surely Tamil and Malayalam are as same as Marathi and Gujarati, aren’t they?
5. My most favorite : you must be having idlis and dosas all the time? The canteen South Indian food is amazing isn’t it?
For all the Aditi Lovers, the Sambhar out there is just a spicier version of Jaggery syrup. My hunt is still on for the pulses in that, but hard luck!
When a person has better idlis made at home, why would that Tamilian eat South Indian at our canteen? Even if I have 25 bucks on me, I would prefer the vada pav over the Sada Dosa there.
But hang on, did I just make a logical argument in NMIMS?
This article is written by Chaitanya Suri (BA.LL.B. Class of 2021)
Mumbai is a city of rags and riches. It’s full of dreamers and hard-laborers, starlets and gangsters, stray dogs and exotic birds, artists and servants and fisherfolk and crorepatis (millionaires) and lots and lots of people. It has India’s most prolific film industry, some of Asia’s biggest slums (as well as the world’s most expensive home) and the largest tropical forest in an urban zone. Mumbai is India’s financial powerhouse, fashion epicentre and a pulse point of religious tension.
It’s even evolved its own language, Bambaiya Hindi, which is a mix of…everything. Doesn’t it all seem a cock up? It’s normal for a newbie in this city to get lost in the chaos. Specifically when a person (like me) comes from a city known for it’s nonchaotic organized life (Chandigarh). The one thing Mumbai doesn’t and probably won’t be able to offer for the foreseeable future is tranquil life to its residents. It’s always bustling with people hoping for a better future but don’t feel gutted, this city ain’t a damp squid.
I, for one, have happily adjusted to this whole enchilada this city has to offer. So much so that I miss this lifestyle when I’m back home. Mumbaikars have the perfect life balance. Yes, Mumbaikars work (a lot) but don’t let that fool you. They refuse to compromise on their recreational activities. Just hop into in any pub or visit a beach, places are full with people. Also, they are the friendliest people in the country, always there to help.
Although Mumbai is the front door to India, don’t let it be your introduction to India. This city is unique to itself, a shining star blinking on the map of India. Sure it has its fair share of traffic woes, the infamous monsoons (more on this later), never ending slums, polluted beaches (Juhu beach, anyone?), lack of open spaces but it passably sustains the 21 million people who call this city their home. The city offers relatively good infrastructure, uninterrupted power supply being on of them. The local trains are indeed the arteries of this city, transporting millions of people to and back from work everyday. They have had immense contribution towards the economic growth of the city, without it Mumbai couldn’t what it is today.
People find the food in Mumbai scrummy and rightly so. There is street food which is perfect to fill the stomachs of every person with content, specially the humongous student population of the city . There’s no shortage of lavish restaurants offering all kinds of delicacies.
Now to the weather. For most part of the year, you’ll remain wet either due to the sweat or due to the rains. The monsoons are particularly pitiless on this city. Some people hate the monsoon season, some fall in love with it. I’m part of the latter group. Also, unlike the brass monkey weather in my hometown, Mumbai’s weather is ace during the winter season. Pulling off a sweater is more of a fashion statement than using it for the purpose it is intended for. If you are not a winter person, I’m sure you’ll do cartwheels.
I intended to do a rant about Mumbai but it turns out I myself wasn’t aware of my love for this city. Such is the blinding effect of this city on it’s people. Everything is plausible in this city of dreamers and workaholics.