
Spectator
I wonder if you’ve begun to feel the same way too — but of late I’ve begun to recoil from the sense of too much of everything.
Firstly, there are far too many cars on the roads. It’s not unusual to be stuck in traffic for over an hour and it takes at least two hours to get from South to North Mumbai, and most of the journey involves bumper-to-bumper traffic.
Likewise there are way too many newspapers each morning — and too much news to keep up with. Most mornings my heart sinks when I am faced with the heavy pile that sits on my bedside, and after reading the first two papers along with all their supplements — I inevitably fall back on my pillow, tired from all the effort.
This surcharge, this muchness of much, extends to all aspects of Mumbai life: go to a doctor’s clinic, a takeaway joint, a beauty salon, a movie theatre, a bowling parlour or a restaurant — and you will be confronted with burgeoning crowds, and will have to wait in never-ending queues before you get your turn.
Switch on the TV and not only are there too many saas bahu soaps, and reality shows and news channels, but also way too many awards functions to watch.
And this disease of muchness of much and lushness of lush is spreading. Have you seen the clothes that Indian designers are making these days? Sequins, embroidery, gotaa, prints and textures jostle for attention on each and every garment — it’s as if all genres styles and decorative skills have to be employed together each time.
In our movies too, where there was one Hrithik or one Abhishek, today there are at least five major stars. In the old days they used to be known as multi-starrers today they’re considered normal.
And of course, each night there is not one or two things to attend — but at least five —and the pile of invitation cards rivals the pile of newspapers!
Yes sir, there’s just too much of every thing these days — and so to make it a little easier and balance things out — I hope you appreciate that I’ve written a shorter column this time!
