Last Sunday I visited a fish market after very
long time. It was refreshing in many ways. While malls, e-stores are convenient,
I enjoy buying certain things myself and Fish is one of them. Observing my
grandmother and then my mother I have learnt buying a fish is an art and
bargaining is the masters! I am fairly good at art and fail in masters.
In my childhood we bought fish at the
doorsteps. Our regular firsherwomen would visit us at a particular time. During
my primary schooling, it would be the time for my school bus to arrive. The sight
of my trying to jump over the huge fish basket was common. Granny would be
checking the fish and bargaining with one eye on me to see if I am going down
the staircase without falling. On some days I would get a chance to watch this
routine process, try and imitate my grandmother. My cheeks would grin with a
smile when the fisherwomen slipped couple of more pieces of prawns, Bombay duck
extra to please me.
Over years we developed a different bond with
fisherwomen. I would be eager to wave them out if I see them around in the
area. Granny also knew what kind of fish to buy from which lady. Each of them
had a unique way of selling fish. Many years later when I attended wedding of
one of the fisherwoman’s grandson, I realized what this bonding was. The smile
on her face on seeing us at the wedding said it all, likewise for us!
It was my mother who taught me to buy fish from
a market. A few years later she started buying fish. Again she had her set
rules and preferences. Our fish destination was the famous City Light market at
Matunga, it remains so. This market is
packed with people and a variety of fresh catch.
My mother would take a direct bus from office, buy fish and come in time to cook it for dinner. Her shopping bag introduced me to huge pieces of surmai, king size prawns and fatty pomfret. On weekends I started accompanying her and was learning other side of household shopping. Buying other necessary items, other than fish. How to make effective use of this single visit. Round it off with a spicy pani puri !
And what I called the Masters – bargaining I observe
from my father. After every visit to the fish market he asks me – what price
did she quote, how much did u bargain for? Then I get advice on how should I
bargain, what should I quote.. something I am yet to learn.
How can I trade these fishy tales for an online
delivery? Will you? I rather enjoy my fish and the happiness!
Our birthplace is always close our heart. For me it’s Dadar – a central place for all Mumbai citizens to travel. Dadar in literal terms means steps. And indeed it has been a staircase for me to become the person I am.
Often we relate our behaviour or who we are to a particular country, city or a town. From the Indian context it would mean a Delhi vs Mumbai person, Mumbai vs Pune person. We unconsciously develop traits or identity of a particular place. On thinking deeply, I think it is our immediate neighbourhood or a place that plays a critical part in this process.
While I am a ‘Mumbai girl’ Dadar is a part of my personality. It is associated with connectivity, buzzing with people, socio-cultural developments, theatre and sports, markets thronged with shoppers. I find so many similarities and identify with many other.
Growing up in Dadar has been like a sponge. It offers ample opportunities to absorb and learn – from cultural events, sports, educational institutions to political developments. Probably my curious mind was developed because of this.
The Badaas attitude – The safety, security and cohesiveness of this place never made me think twice of making my own choices. Not to be afraid, discover new things, and meet people – providing a free and open environment.
Dadar has taught me to be inclusivity. To get along with people and be a team player. The old wadis, long last neighbours creates the community bonding. Teaches you to be caring, compassionate and makes one an empathetic person.
Enjoying culture – Festivals are an intrinsic part of Dadar from every angle. Traditionally People across the city and from outside throng Dadar market for festive shopping. It makes me wonder with so many shopping malls, new shopping places and hip places why is Dadar market always buzzing with people. Maybe the answer lies in its identity.
Food and its evolution – Dadar is known for famous Maharashtrian eateries, local seafood favourites and popular street food joints. In today’s scenario, it doesn’t offer many ‘cool’ options for pubs and clubbing. But it still has a distinct evolving food culture. Think of it, I am so much like that. I love to explore new restaurants but yet stick to my roots with a typical CKP fish preparations.
Last but not the least how can I forget Dadar chowpatty and my love for sea!
Have you ever wondered how your birthplace has shaped your personality?
As we boarded the bus, the honking of vehicles, glittering street lights, sounds of breakfast sellers, morning walkers faded away to a thick envelope of trees and foliage. Wading through the way, I realized my mistake of not carrying a jacket along. It was cool, windy inside Mumbai’s very own jungle – Sanjay Gandhi National Park.
We had joined the nature trail to the park’s highest point. Our guide Nilesh made the 6 km uphill trek a pleasant discovery of the national park and its expanse:
Bamboo Hut Walk – A dense walk earlier, bamboo trees give 60% more oxygen than regular trees.
Ashok Van: I associated this name with an area around the park. The trail showed me, it’s a dense area with ashoka trees. So thick that the temperature can be 3-4 degrees lesser in this part, sun rays barely pass through to the ground.
Ghost Tree: It reflects moon light and keeps peeling itself to become white. Can be seen from the highway, resembles a lady in a white saree. Insects and birds flock to this tree for mating.
Karvee Trees: They flower once in 7 years. Flowers grow together, die together. Tribals use these trees to make huts.
Kanheri Caves: The Park has over 100 caves and was a Buddhist city of trade once upon a time.
The nature trail brought alive a city landmark, which otherwise lays confined to our textbooks. More so, it made me aware of the need to explore my city as a tourist and equally appreciate the surrounding nature.
What have your experiences of rediscovering your city?
Cambridge dictionary describes ‘bad hair day’ as a day on which everything goes wrong. Contextually it could mean skipping an assignment deadline, running late for an important meeting, no electricity at home or anything else that interrupts our daily lives. But on thinking about this blog topic, I thought for today’s consumer a bad hair day is symbolic to lack of convenience. We, new age consumers are caged in convenience.
The month of May was a bad hair month for many of us. Our house helps were on their annual village trips. Couldn’t give clothes for ironing as the boy who collects clothes was enjoying summer vacations and his phone was switched off. While one house help came back, another help went on leave the following day. Travelling to work was little easy with less traffic. But the biggest pain was surge price of Ola and Uber. While some drivers were off-road due to holidays, others were vocal about their issues on incentives and payments. My conversations with friends and acquaintances revealed the same story.
Why we were so affected by helpers, iron man, watchman, driver, etc going on leave? Why not travel by public transport if Ola and Uber were unavailable or too expensive. On thinking it occurred to me – we have become caged to convenience.
Traditionally Indian society is known to have used the services of servants and cooks. As a girl growing up in a metropolis like Mumbai I was witness to this underbelly who keeps our lives going. But something else happened over last 4-5 years. Technology became such an integral part of our everyday life that we forgot our old habits and got comfortable with this new convenience.
For a working professional in Mumbai travelling meant hailing Ola or Uber. The carpooling was much convenient than struggling to get inside the train or waiting for a BEST bus. Ordering food on Swiggy or Zomato is much easier than calling the restaurant. Our medicines, vegetables, groceries, ironing, tailoring, paying utility bills, almost everything is just a swipe or a click away. It’s our bad hair day when we are robbed of this convenience even for few hours. We are ready to pay extra if it means saving time or easy delivery, in spite of several issues. It’s a circle of access, service, price, delivery and ease. What will it mean even 2-3 years down the line? It makes me wonder…