Spread over once was seven islands, Mumbai is
a major financial and cultural capital of India. Once an archipelago of fishing
villages, called Mumbai, this coastal region was transformed by the Portuguese
in the mid-1500s, when they renamed is Bombay. It was then ceded to the British
East India Company about 100 years later. It was not till the American Civil War
that Mumbai became important. During the civil war, Great Britain could not get
cotton from the South, so they looked to India for the cotton. With this Mumbai
became known for its textiles. Today it has a lot more industry than textiles,
but that is what put it on the map.
It was known as Bombay until 1995, and still
enjoys its magnificent seaside setting and is home to some of India’s most
beloved landmarks. Perhaps none is as glamorous as the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel.
Overlooking the Arabian Sea, it has hosted celebrities and presidents. Mumbai
also hosted the house where Mahatma Gandhi stayed when he was in Mumbai.
Today
22 million people live in Mumbai, and that is not counting the suburbs. One of
the suburbs as 10 million people. Of these people 68% of them re either
homeless, live in the slums or live in Chawls. Chawls are a Mumbai phenomenon of multi-storied terrible quality
tenements, typically a bit higher quality than slums. 80 per cent of chawls
have only one room, which is their living room, bedroom, dining room and
kitchen. There is one bathroom per floor at the end of the floor.
We
have been to Mumbai before, in fact, we took a similar tour to the one we took
today, when we were here three years ago, but we did it again and we saw things
we missed the first time.
The
first place we stopped just for pictures was the stately Gateway to India, built for the 1911 visit of
King George V and Queen Mary. No other
British were ever welcomed through the gates. The only time it was used by the
British, was when they left in 1947.
Our next stop was at Mani
Bhavan, the Mumbai residence of the Father of the Nation, Mahatma Gandhi;
today, it is a fascinating museum. Mani Bhavan was the focal point
of Gandhi's political activities in Mumbai
between 1917 and 1934.
The mansion belonged to
Revashankar Jagjeevan Jhaveri, Gandhi's friend and host in Mumbai during this
period. Once you enter the place, there is a library
with statue of the Mahatma where people offer tributes. I included in these
pictures one of his sayings about women. Our tour guide had one of the men on
the tour read it out loud. She was an anomaly of what a woman is in India. She
was single, lived in a nice condo be herself, had lived in the US, and was very
liberated, but still enjoyed her customs (except arranged marriages). She was
probably in her late 30’s and was terrific.
On the first floor (to us the second floor) has
a photo gallery with photographs from his childhood till his assassination,
along with press clippings. This included a letter that he wrote to Hitler and
to Roosevelt. The room that Gandhi used during his stay there is on the second
floor, where through a glass partition people can see two of his spinning
wheels, a book and his bed on the floor.
Right off of this display is the terrace, where
he was arrested on Jan 4, 1932.
The rest of the floor is a hall where
photographs and paintings of his lifetime are on display.
The next stop was to the
Hanging Gardens and Kamala Nehru Park Kamala Nehru Park is a children’s park
with great views of the city. The problem is that they have terrible air
pollution.
Across the street were the Hanging Gardens, also called Sir
Pherozeshah Mehta Garden. The park was laid out in 1881 by Ulhas Ghapokar over
Bombay's main reservoir, some say to cover the water from the potentially
contaminating activity of the nearby Towers of Silence. When seen from the
air, the walkway inside the park (Hanging Gardens Path), spell out the letters
PMG (Pherozeshah Mehta Gardens) in cursive. We were not in the air, so did not
see that.
As we came out from the garden there was a tree with a
strange blossom and fruit. She said it is known as the cannonball tree because of
the size of the fruit.
I mentioned above the Parsi Towers of Silence,
which we knew nothing about. The
Towers of Silence is a place which many of us may find difficult to fathom for
two reasons. One, it is an open well like structure where bodies of people from
the Parsi community are laid after their death. These are left here to be
devoured by encircling birds of prey. Two, they exist (there is more than one
such burial well – currently three) within a large forest area, spread
over 55 acres on Malabar
hill in South Mumbai.
Zoroastrian tradition considers a dead body—in
addition to cut hair and nail-parings—to be unclean. Specifically, the
corpse demon was believed to rush into the body and contaminate everything it
came into contact with, hence the rules for disposing of
the dead as “safely” as possible. To preclude the pollution of earth or
fire, the bodies of the dead are placed atop a tower—a tower of
silence—and so exposed to the sun and to birds of prey. Thus,
putrefaction with all its concomitant evils is most effectually
prevented.
While driving down
Malabar hill, the walls on the left climb so high that one cannot even begin to
imagine what lies on the other side. This has been done purposefully, for the
Tower of Silence, if visible to the public eye, gets disqualified from serving
its purpose.
The Parsi originally
migrated to India from Iran to escape persecution by the Muslims. Our guide
said there were about 65,000 Parsi in the world and about 45,000 lived in
Mumbai. She also stated that half of them were single and the other half were
crazy. She knew a tour guide who was Parsi and he told here 12 out of 13 Parsi
were crazy.
Obviously, we have no
pictures.
The next stop was at an
outdoor laundry called Dhobi Ghat. This style of laundry originated
from when the British were here and needed their uniforms washed every other
day. There are rows of open-air concrete wash pens, each fitted
with its own flogging stone and is called the world's largest outdoor laundry.
The Dhobi comes to your house and picks up your
laundry and brings it here. They also do laundry for many of the hotels. The
clothes are first boiled overnight. The next day they are flogged against the stones.
They are then hung up to dry. That evening they are then ironed. The next day
they are delivered back to you. Only men do the laundry as women are not strong
enough to pound the clothes against the stone.
The last stop was Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus
(Victoria Terminus) railway station. Striking, extravagant and swarming with
people, Victoria Terminal is the city’s most exuberant Gothic Building. Named
after Queen Victoria to honor her, it was opened on her Golden Jubilee in 1887.
It is a UNESCO designated World Heritage Site. The railroad employees one million people and
14 million travel on the trains daily. The trains are built for 1,500 people,
but each carry 4,000+. Our guide told us that if someone is not standing on
both of your feet, you have a lot of room.
Going from place to place we passed many
interesting people and here are a few.
The dabbawalas constitute
a lunchbox delivery and return system that delivers hot lunches from homes
and restaurants to people at work in India, especially in Mumbai. The
lunchboxes are picked up in the late morning, delivered predominantly
using bicycles and railway trains, and returned empty in the
afternoon. They are also used by meal suppliers in Mumbai, who pay them to
ferry lunchboxes with ready-cooked meals from central kitchens to customers and
back. Our guide said that Indians prefer home cooked meals and that is why this
exists. Here is one we saw and the statue of one.
Our guide pointed out a house to us. It was a $2 billion
house. It has five residents and 600 servants. The owner, Mr, Ambiance, is the
richest person in India. The first five floors are parking and the 6th
is a garage. The next three floors are for entertaining. The living room accommodates
5,000 people. Then three floors for guests and three floors for the family. It
also has a snow room, spa, gym, salon, etc. And, there are three heliports.
However, since he lives in a residential area, he cannot land his helicopters
there.
Lastly, some other things we saw on our journey.
We are not off to sea for two days before we get to Muscat,
Oman.











































































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