Half way through Maximum City
I am half way through Suketu Mehta’s Maximum City. There are some personal gotchas there as far as experiences are concerned. After all, I lived and worked there in the heart of it all—Dadar, Mahim and Worli, and at a time when Bombay was yet to forget the atrocities and the blasts.
That year, Mani Ratnam’s Bombay was released and rekindled the memories of people living there.
I heard many personal accounts from friends, colleagues and even near perfect strangers about how grim the life and situation was. For outsiders like me, Bombay—the movie—was as close I could get to see what actually happened. Not that I fancied being there to witness it for real.