Yesterday, the Times of India’s supplements were splattered with stories about ‘best places to eat’ awards being given out to restaurants and hotels in Bombay. While the riche, chic and high flying elite was going ga-ga about the events, it came across as arid, superficial and lifeless as it could get.

But Bombay never fails to disappoint you; even when you feel having reached a dead end, there is likely to be a surprise waiting for you in some unlikely place.

Late one morning, when I peeped out of my office window, I saw a man cooking meals for himself and his colleagues on the roof of a truck and when the meal was ready, his other colleagues climbed up on the truck and sat down to eat together.







Hope may not spur from the lofty and flashy multitudes of the city’s who’s who, where everything is decorated to shine so much that it blinds the onlooker, but little joys of life sure reside in humble hoi polloi, the unknown and ignored corners of this world. Care to join in?