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Page 1 of 2 It’s been a month since Terrible Tuesday. Reams have been written about
the indefatigable Mumbaikar spirit and how life has ‘limped back to
normalcy’ (a cliché that ails most city reports) Has it? I’d say not. The
spinal cord of this part of the suburbs, the Western Express Highway,
still lies hacked with menacing potholes. Let’s mince no words here. There
is no road, it’s a cruel succession of bone and back breaking craters that
stabs the flow of traffic and tosses many, especially those aboard two
wheelers, into hospitals.
Anyone who can drive in Mumbai, can drive anywhere in the world. Check
this. To ensure a smooth take off for our worthy netas, the asphalt’s even
till the domestic airport. The well known VIP route is fairly smooth, but
stray off into the bylanes of South, Central and suburban Mumbai, and
you’ll know why Mumbai can never be Shanghai: It’s because our elected
authorities can’t even build navigable roads, forget about maintaining
them. Not that they don’t know better, given that a large number of them
are sojourning foreign lands at any given moment in time.
Back to the Highway. Monstrous depressions kick off in full frenzy after
the domestic airport. What merits a hollow laugh is that this road was
freshly laid out, (over a discomfiting wait of eight long months), before
the monsoon onslaught.
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