Wide, divided boulevards shaded by native over-hanging flora. Brilliant, beautiful urban greenery covering vast stretches along major roads at nearly every corner of the city. Large, architecturally interesting buildings humming with cosmopolitan cultural activity. Every multi-national American brand represented. A who’s-who of high-tech firms in massive technology parks outwardly indistinguishable from sections of Silicon Valley. Tall, healthy, well-dressed people. So many pretty girls everywhere!
What a city!
Congested, noisy roads chronically jammed with over-polluting vehicles. The greenery would be so much more beautiful if my eyes were watering, if I could breathe a little better, if the air wasn’t so hazy-grey. KFC, McDonalds, Subway, Pizza Hut, Levi’s, Starbucks, Coke, Pepsi, Citibank, Ray Ban– am I in Generica or India? Malls jam-packed with happy-to-have-my-call-center-job youth with their first taste of disposable incoming, eagerly swallowing everything American in a blind, gluttonous parroting that’s scented with contempt for the worth of their own ancient culture. How many Big Gulps and Pizzas do you have to eat before you go from ‘normal’ to ‘fat’ to ‘dead’?
What a city!
In Mumbai airport at the moment, enroute to Ahmedabad.