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the wretched of this earth who dwell around the perimeters of
Bombay like lost souls waiting to be summoned back to real life.
What struck me as most oppressive, though, and still does, though
I have since seen wars and famines from Ethiopia to Cambodia,
was the sheer normality of the life going about its business under
such conditions. These people did not complain about their
miserable portion. Indeed, many were happy just to be near the
Land of Oz that Bombay represented. Very few of them were beggars.
They were workers - either working or seeking work. The beggars
were actually well-off by comparison, with steady jobs that kept
roofs over their heads and wolves from their doors.
At the time, Bombay's beggars were a syndicate, handing their
paise and rupees to a 'king of beggars,' who in return housed and fed
them. He was reported to be a millionaire.
In a Westerner's eyes, the Bustees represented the most shocking
introduction to India. Yet I later decided that it was only fitting that
they were precisely where and what they were. Horrifying, sobering,
a cattle prod of culture shock, they were also the worst sights I
encountered in all of India. After the Bustees, everything else was
an improvement, everything else was icing.
A dawn like bloodstained mercury poured up from the eastern
horizon as we bumped down the winding labyrinth leading into
downtown Bombay - Gateway to the East, the port that put an end
to the great Silk Route. Like London, like Venice, like Cairo, like
Shanghai, Bombay was once one of the most vital cities on earth,
and it still shows it. And, like New York, it reminds you tirelessly
that it's never over until it's over.
With a population density of one hundred thousand human
beings per square mile - more than four times that of Manhattan -
the city cannot help but pullulate with activity, with what Shiva
Naipaul describes as 'a hundred minute specialisations of function,
a hundred strategies for survival' on any stretch of pavement. If you
can make it
here
, I thought, you can make it
anywhere
.
And this city doesn't sleep either. At dawn the streets teemed with
belching cars, bullock carts, weaving bicycles, wandering cows with
bells, paint and gold foil decorating their elegant horns. At every
turn an accident nearly happened somewhere, but never did,
