Bollywood’s calling!!! Mumbai
Bollywood’s calling!!! Mumbai, India the birthplace of Bollywood, is everything you imagine it should be. Exotic beauties with mysterious dark eyes, pearly white smiles and glossy hair, wearing vibrant coloured silks, drinking in upmarket bars that wouldn’t look out of place in New York. Grand colonial architecture, imposing and austere leading to magnificent courtyards and gardens. Men groomed to perfection, dripping in designer labels, winding down after a day’s work in one of the large city corporations.
Mumbai has all the colonial past times in abundance - for those who have the cash and the status to oblige there is the Royal Bombay Yacht Club, the Oval cricket ground and numerous members-only smoking lounges and bars. High tea is still all the rage for the Mumbai glitterati.

However, like the much revered Brahma, Mumbai has many faces and the Bollywood vibe is but one of them. The other side casts a shadow, the poverty, the roadside beggars and street urchins, the ramshackle shanty towns in the lower caste suburbs. The constant noise and the fine layer of dust that settles motionless on anything that stands still for longer than a second. The seedy red light district with ‘caged’ women. The train station that shifts thousands of people daily from one city to the next, a constant flow of exchanging places in the hope of something better along the way. The train porters carrying a family’s luggage on their head battling against a tidal flow of people, to the chorus of ‘Chai, chai’, ‘chai, chai’ from the tea boys carrying the biggest tea pot you ever did see.
The combination of Bollywood glamour and the harsh reality of lower caste living somehow grabs a hold of you and reaches right to your heart. The city has a pulse, there is no doubt about that. It also seems to have a song, the rhythm of daily life singing out in an infectious way with a melody that on the one hand leaves you exhuberant and on the other hand a little sad and reflective. A total fusion of east meets west, rich meets poor.
Mumbai has all the colonial past times in abundance - for those who have the cash and the status to oblige there is the Royal Bombay Yacht Club, the Oval cricket ground and numerous members-only smoking lounges and bars. High tea is still all the rage for the Mumbai glitterati.
However, like the much revered Brahma, Mumbai has many faces and the Bollywood vibe is but one of them. The other side casts a shadow, the poverty, the roadside beggars and street urchins, the ramshackle shanty towns in the lower caste suburbs. The constant noise and the fine layer of dust that settles motionless on anything that stands still for longer than a second. The seedy red light district with ‘caged’ women. The train station that shifts thousands of people daily from one city to the next, a constant flow of exchanging places in the hope of something better along the way. The train porters carrying a family’s luggage on their head battling against a tidal flow of people, to the chorus of ‘Chai, chai’, ‘chai, chai’ from the tea boys carrying the biggest tea pot you ever did see.
The combination of Bollywood glamour and the harsh reality of lower caste living somehow grabs a hold of you and reaches right to your heart. The city has a pulse, there is no doubt about that. It also seems to have a song, the rhythm of daily life singing out in an infectious way with a melody that on the one hand leaves you exhuberant and on the other hand a little sad and reflective. A total fusion of east meets west, rich meets poor.