Our sutradhaars seem to be running out of patience as far as the infrastructural mess of half-done projects and hare-brained ideas being planned for the city go

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Sir PM was gulping down gallons of water, Lady Flora could gauge from a distance that he was just back from a not-so-nice trail in some far-off part of the city. “Now go easy on the water, Pheroze. There are no restrooms nearby,” she advised her friend. “That’s exactly my point, my Lady. We are supposed to be a ‘world-class’ city and yet basic facilities are still woefully inadequate. I’m beginning to wonder if we will see a turn for the better, from an overall perspective. I trudged all the way to Dharavi earlier today, simply because I wanted to hear what the opposition leader had to say about his ideas for India, his vision and policies; it’s good to listen in when Delhi biggies come down to speak to Bombaywallahs. But goodness me! The experience was a nightmare—roads were blocked, traffic was clogged at vital signals, and valuable time was lost due to absence of proper signage, traffic management and crowd control. I barely got to hear the man and his sister speak. And imagine, we call ourselves India’s premier city, and whatnot,” huffed Sir PM.

“But Pheroze, isn’t this a common occurrence whenever there is a political rally in the city? Why are........

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