Mumbai monorail represents arrival, decades overdue, of a modern mode of urban transport in the medieval
The citizens of Mumbai are a cynical, jaded lot, both energized and worn out from the never-ending large and small Darwinian struggles that come with being a mass of 20 million people condemned to a patched-up, humid, swampy set of islands where life always seems to run at 36 frames a second. They work long hours, and then even their leisure involves jostling and scheming in long queues for space in a park, cinema, promenade or eating house. To Mumbaikars, the greatest human virtues are street smarts, speed and skepticism. They frown upon weakness and slowness; nothing surprises them—except someone else’s innocence—and they prefer to camouflage their excitement with irony. But even the most hardened souls have their blind spots.