During the last long Easter weekend i was in Mumbai. For a day.
I guess i can no longer push back on travelling to India. After all, how can you say no when your boss is going to make sure you get there, by being in the same flight. Getting an Indian visa is straight forward enough from Singapore. I would have never guessed the first visa/stamp on my new passport would be of India's.
My expectation for this trip was quite dim. I expected nothing less than a struggle to with an uncontrollable case of diarrhea and having a first hand look at poverty. The real poverty, not the 'I can't afford a Mc value meal' kind of poverty. I was repeatedly told to bring along a can of spray-on insect repellant, which in the end was helpful (mozzies galore).
Woke up at 4am Sunday, got ready, took a taxi and reached the airport by 6. Checked in through SIA's Business class queue and had the privilege to get into the SIA lounge. This was pretty much the closest i have been to experiencing flying business class (By having a tag on your hand luggage, with the sign "Business Class"). With the amount of travel that Steve does, i'm surprised they didn't roll out the red carpet for him.
By obtaining the highest level reward program in Singapore Airline (PPS), air stewardess will know you by your name, regardless of whether you are travelling in first class, business class or economy class. He gets constantly asked if he needs anything. Water, pillow, blankets, magazines, newspapers etc etc. Pretty sick. I guess it helps if you travel on that route often enough and live in the same hotel as the whole airline crew. You are literally like family.

The hotel we stayed at was the ITC Maratha Mumbai, located just 5 minutes from the airport. I guess i was the culprit who wanted to stay away from the city. I wasn't that eager to venture around Mumbai to say the least. The hotel was exquisite, despite being told 5 stars hotel in India is generally about 3-4 stars in Singapore. I kinda disagree on this occasion. Security was tight. Bunkers outside the hotel, a check point before the gates and scanners before you step into the lobby. It certainly does feel strange when you have so many AK47's around you.

After spending a few hours testing out phones and carriers (which is the reason i was there in the first place), we headed off to get a drink in the rooftop bar called AER, on top of Four Seasons Hotel in town. It took a while to get there, despite skipping most part of the city and driving on the Sea Link. Four Seasons Hotel is sandwiched between some low buildings and huge patches of shacks which form the slums. Once in the gate, you can feel how grand the hotel is. The bar was mostly visited by wealthy locals (and trust me there are plenty) and expats. Despite having an awesome view of the city, it was hard to enjoy myself just to see so many others in the city struggling to make ends meet.
We had dinner at the Taj Tower, a pretty good restaurant with Mediterranean food. It is another spectacular hotel but it was a pity that some parts of the hotel are still off-limits after the bombing a while back. At this point in time, me and Steve have been on the road for close to 22 hours without sleep and he almost dozed off while having his dinner. Let's just say he was snoring on the way back to the hotel in the cab, more than an hour.
Mumbai, to me, is an interesting place. You can see the extremes of human living conditions. At one end you get to see one guy's 27(?) stories apartment building in progress (richest guy in India). On the other hand, more than half the population in mumbai are slum dwellers. According to this article:
Another interesting fact that the report has thrown up is the presence of slums in Mumbai—about 54% of the population comprises slum dwellers. “And the relevant dimension is the area they together occupy—just 6% of all land in Mumbai, explaining the horrific levels of congestion,’’ it said.
Watched Slumdog Millionaire? Yea thats how it looks like in real life. People begging everywhere. As soon as the traffic light goes red, people swarm towards the windshield, knock on it and beg for money. Woman with their young child, gesturing for help to feed the kid (you can't give them anything either as everyone else will swarm your cab). And right on the walkway, toddlers playing by themselves on piles of rubbish without a care in the world. Their notion of having toys is having rubbish that looks like toys to play with. This is not an isolated incident at one traffic light, it is recurring at almost every traffic light.
This part of Mumbai (and India in general) was what i wanted to avoid. It is depressing to see it in real life, no matter how much i prepared myself for it. Steve summed it up quite nicely on the flight back home...
It is tough out there. You can hardly find your way out of poverty that your best hope is reincarnation.
Life. Such is.