flood-o-phobia

i still vividly remember the ordeal we went through last year.. it was water everywhere, with rain pouring down mercilessly, and people stranded on top of taxies and buses... man, for the first time in life i had seen so much water, and people drowning in front of me.. no wonder i have developed a flood-o-phobia these days, and its going to stay for sometime


i did take some pictures while i was feeling i was extraordinarily brave that evening.. i climbed on top of a drowning taxi, then on top of three already drowned autos, then on top of bus stand, then climbed up a nearby building to save my ass..


whoever said mumbai's inhabitants are rude.. i have completely different experiences to tell.. that night which i spent on top of building reaffirmed my belief in humanity and that huge heart mumbai has.. i still remember the taste of the food which a muslim family in that building served to all those who had climbed successfully to that building.. and i still remember those people who were still hanging on top of buses with water all around them..


then next day was a long walk from shattered kurla, to office in sakinaka, to ghatkopar, all the way from eastern express highway to chembur, to my sweet /home... i stopped at three places to have vada pav and bread being served by the people who were voluntarily helping hungry people stuck in traffic jams..

am glad that i made it to /home safely my family had almost panicked.