(Written in July 2006
after the Mumbai Floods)
Singing in the rain
A strange title for
what has obviously been a traumatic couple of days in the city of Mumbai . Its possible – its just possible that the
city might start to sing a few new tunes
after the events of the flooding over the last three days.
As a city we have
always prided ourselves on our collective resilience. Through governments, bomb blasts, riots,
rains, stock market booms, creation of various flyovers, slum demolition, there’s
been an essential joie de vivre about this city – a flavor which had people
addicted.
That resilience is
still intact. All through the incredibly
long, amazingly frustrating commute back that was Tuesday, people adapted with
amazing speed to a disaster that they couldn’t really fathom. The central business district had only
received a tenth of the downpour that the suburbs had received, and therefore
when the first wave of panicky phone calls started to pour in from concerned
families and friends the initial reaction was “don’t worry – will leave early
and will keep you posted”. Over the next
few hours as colleagues left early and returned from flooded train stations or
managed to get word back from frozen traffic jams which were kilometers long,
the advice was straightforward “Stay put”.
Those pioneers could have had no idea how valuable that single piece of
advice could possibly be. By 9 pm
it was clear that whatever was happening was unprecedented. As one of those who was stuck in one of the
interminably long traffic jams – the key fact which hit was the fact that there
was no official word. No reaction from
the government – all through Tuesday evening as we waited it out inside the
cars, watching sheets of rain lash us and
water swirling around the roads,
the radio channels only kept playing inanely cheerful “singing in the rain” songs – in Hindi and English. The few
channels who still had newscasters kept providing disjointed updates of traffic
jams – and their falsely cheerful voices were beginning to grate on us. The other thing which came through clearly
was the difference in technology of the mobile networks. Only two of the four network providers were
working and that patchily. The other two
promptly collapsed.
Most of us stayed over
in cars or went to the nearest shelter we could find – churches, schools or houses of people known to us. Woke up on Wednesday morning at 5:30 am and
the sky was still eerily overcast – the rain had let up. Still no power in the surrounding buildings
and no information – we didn’t know the scale of what had hit. For those who were in their cars – nothing
had changed overnight – there was still a long frozen line of cars and buses
with people dozing inside. The waters
had started to recede somewhat and it was evident that the only way to get home
was to walk. Only it wasn’t just walking.
It was wading and in some places it was swimming.
In every case it was
the efforts of the local people around which pulled people through. Clearly the force of whatever nature had
unleashed on us could only be met by the force of human nature – since nothing
was going to be forthcoming from the powers that be. That resilience that I mentioned before? –
this was the point of time when it was the most apparent. People from surrounding neighborhoods came
out to offer food and water to complete strangers who were by now reduced to
walking automatons.
There are many tales
to tell – and many that will emerge as time goes by. Over the last three days though while I have
seen the resilience that is expected from Mumbaikers I have also seen an
increasing level of anger and worse – resigned apathy. Its
difficult not to feel angry when you reach home after 16 hours on the road and
switch on the TV (being one of the lucky ones to have power), only to watch on one news channel – politicians
blame the weather bureau for not providing a warning, while on the next news
channel – a grave looking official of the weather bureau says that its
physically not possible to predict these incidents till about 3 hours before
they start and that this had been done and handed over to disaster management
cell. However the “prediction” was for
“heavy to exceptionally heavy” rains – which is not really the language you use
when you want to signify oncoming disaster.
Watching both the interviews it was pretty clear that that it was a case
of “pass the parcel”.
Later that evening
with a group of friends who had gathered – for comfort, conversation and
normalcy – and to get away from the prolonged exposure to disaster which was
now flooding us via the TV, the radio, the internet and the mobile phones – the
feelings of anger became more apparent.
People from all walks of life
have felt let down by the lack of a plan – by the lack of central direction
among the few who were trying to manage the disaster – and by the lack of
timely information.
The fact of the case
is that this city survived not because the official mechanism swung into action
and was seen to be helping; but because citizens everywhere took the lead in
doing whatever little they could. And
for a disaster of this scale – that is precious little. Comparisons to the London bombings of 7/7 were immediate –it was
evident there that there was a plan.
As one person said – “Mumbai
survives on hope and prayer” – how else can you explain the fact – that civic
officials openly stated on TV that whatever rescues they could make were
because the waters receded when the ocean tide changed. Its clear now that
Mumbai cannot hope to come anywhere close to aiming to be a true
Megapolis. You cannot have a city this
size make do on a hope and a prayer. For
someone whos always been an optimist – I cannot – in all conscience continue to
hope that things will change for the better.
And then there was the
great divide. The southern most tip of
the city (also the most affluent) received about a tenth of the deluge that
soaked into the north. So the residents of those suburbs can’t begin to fathom
what the fuss was all about. For those
who stayed in the northern suburbs – it seems to have been the equation from
hell: because the water invaded from inland and not from the sea – the further
away from the sea you were – the more you were impacted. Since most people work in the south and stay
in the northern suburbs, this also means that the longer your commute back, the
worse things got as you walked on. Can you begin to imagine the fear and angst
that must have been building up in these people as – the closer they got home
the worse things seemed to get?
The impact of all
this? For once I hope the famed Mumbai
resilience does not reassert itself too soon – I hope that we all don’t forget
this and go back “business as usual” – I hope we don’t start to feel good about
how quickly we picked up the pieces and went on. If we do that – this will be another of those
incidents which fades away from public memory and which does not contribute to
the collective learning at all.
“Its clear that the
city cannot continue like this. This
time – it was too close – it could have been me” – this is the feeling among
the collective consciousness today. And
this is true irrespective of the socio economic segment to which you belong.
In the past the city
was seen as being the mechanism to access a better quality of life for
many. “Yes, its noisy, polluted and dusty”
went the popular refrain – “but you cant beat it in terms of the opportunity
that it provides”.
But in the last decade, people have seen other cities – seen other
opportunities. And now, incidents like
this will ensure that this city will continue to export its best people to other
countries, and more and more, the people
who stay back will start to question that decision. I know I do.