Over fifty lakh people participate in a daily marathon in this city... The train ride between Virar and Churchgate is anyday far more stressful than a 42 km marathon. You'll be out of breath by the time you reach Borivli. I do the Dream Run compared to the brave souls who travel this route daily, my route being limited to the Kandivli-Dardar stretch.
Not that life's easy. On a good day I only have to let go of say about three trains...(because it's impossible to get inside with women precariously dangling outside with only one foot on the foot-board.) I finally board the fourth train reciting my twentieth Hail Mary. If I'm lucky I suffer a maximum of five elbow-blows to my chest/stomach. The elbow usually belongs to an arm the size of my waist. I have nothing against large or overweight women, but I fail to understand how they justify crushing me to death with a simple one liner - "Tu barik aahe naa (Marathi for - BUT YOU'RE SO THIN!)". At this point my jaw drops, but they carry on with their pushing, punching, pinching, crushing, clawing, scratching, indiscreet nosedigging and then discreetly wiping it off on the dupatta of the woman standing infront of them. I cringe in disgust and pray for a pay-hike so I may buy a bike. But Uh-Oh! How will I ride a bike if the roads are all dug up? About the AuthorDeborah Grey I cover courts in Mumbai. Sounds boring? Not at all! Just walk into a courtroom and hear lawyers present their arguments. The logic, the mind games, t...Read Morefirst published:January 16, 2006, 05:02 ISTlast updated:January 16, 2006, 05:02 IST
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18,000... or was it 25,000 people who ran the Mumbai Marathon 2006? Don't know... don't care. If marathon's could accomplish anything Mumbai would have been a different city today.
Over fifty lakh people participate in a daily marathon in this city... The train ride between Virar and Churchgate is anyday far more stressful than a 42 km marathon. You'll be out of breath by the time you reach Borivli. I do the Dream Run compared to the brave souls who travel this route daily, my route being limited to the Kandivli-Dardar stretch.
Not that life's easy. On a good day I only have to let go of say about three trains...(because it's impossible to get inside with women precariously dangling outside with only one foot on the foot-board.) I finally board the fourth train reciting my twentieth Hail Mary. If I'm lucky I suffer a maximum of five elbow-blows to my chest/stomach. The elbow usually belongs to an arm the size of my waist. I have nothing against large or overweight women, but I fail to understand how they justify crushing me to death with a simple one liner - "Tu barik aahe naa (Marathi for - BUT YOU'RE SO THIN!)". At this point my jaw drops, but they carry on with their pushing, punching, pinching, crushing, clawing, scratching, indiscreet nosedigging and then discreetly wiping it off on the dupatta of the woman standing infront of them. I cringe in disgust and pray for a pay-hike so I may buy a bike. But Uh-Oh! How will I ride a bike if the roads are all dug up?
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