My collapse with the city of Mumbai starts in the ’50s, when anyone who runs away from home means that they must be heading to Bombay, mostly captivated by the film.
However, I did not land in Bombay to join the film.
I sent by my family to study here and with my brother.
I joined Khalsa College (Teacher Nanak Khalsa College) first and then National College in Bandra.
Connecting the road, as you can see now, is just a small road with the best plying bus from Colaba to the mahim.
Staying at the four bungalows at the time, the mahme looked like a bridge connecting the suburb to the city.
The city, on the other hand, has the trundel tram from the omelet to the king’s circle on the one hand, and from the omelet to the fort on the other side.
You can travel between two points only for one Anna.
I will travel from Dadar to Charni Road to attend the Progressive Writers’ Association (PWA) meeting at Red Flag Hall in Khetwadi, where Sardar Jafri used to live.
In addition to all senior writers, there are many young writers, who naturally will not always get the opportunity to discuss their writing with Stalwarts.
So young writers like I will jump to the tram which used to be double Decker at the time, going up to the upper deck, sitting facing each other and holding meetings of our own young writers in the moving tram.
One hour for one Anna to travel to the omelet and back is enough for young writers to read their poems and discuss all newly released books – naked gods or gladiator stories like Spartacus – most of them with Lean.
This is a wonderful memory of traveling through the city on Sundays with conductors also join.
Worry, bombing hurriedly became a wise city
