It was in the 1980’s that I reached Mumbai (then Bombay).
Fortunately or unfortunately my first days in the Maximum City began in a
small, dingy room with a door in front and a window which was always kept
opened in the back. The room was not at all spacious for the five room-mates to
pull on their life. Except for an old table, virtually nothing valuable was not
in the room. In a city like Mumbai an accommodation is a dream for an ordinary
person which is very difficult to materialize. An copper wire tied up at both
ends of the wall at one side of the room served our purpose of hanging our
clothes.
Though my first days in the room was somewhat horrible, in
due course I got accustomed with the life there. We room-mates slept on the mat
spread along the broken cement floor of the room.
All of us were bachelors and free-birds and all enjoyed the
bachelor life in the city which is very fond of bachelors whether males or
females. Each had certain secret affair which remained secret till they divulged
it to the room-mates. A few kept their secrets to themselves.
I still vividly recall one incident, the hero of which was none
other than David.
On every Wednesdays David played a vanishing trick under the
pretext of over-time work in his firm. Nothing was there to disbelieve him as
many companies in Bombay used to direct their employees to work overnight.
That Sunday, I was alone in the room. Albeit in sleep, I
could hear the foot-steps of somebody outside and woke up in irritation.
Outside the room I saw a lady in her late 40’s peeping inside. ‘Who are you’ –
while opening the door I enquired curtly.
‘My name is Meenakshi…Coming from Chembur…David is here? She
was dressed in an old saree, and a ragged blouse which too seemed an old one.
‘David went out early in the morning to visit a relative’ – I
told her. Actually I didn’t have any idea where David had gone early in the
morning. I had overheard one of our room-mates talking about a girl working as
a typist clerk at a firm in Marine Lines. Whether true or false, I was not sure’.
In the meantime I was wondering: ‘who is the lady? I haven’t
heard about David talking about such a lady. What connection is there in
between them’?
‘You are David’s’?- I inquired
The lady cringed for a moment. Her face turned pale and she
appeared to be very nervous. Something fishy. I told myself.
‘I know David since a long time. Once in a week he used to
visit me at Chembur. For the last two weeks I haven’t heard anything about him.
I don’t know why? Whether he is sick or somethinglike that’? – she was
inquiring with her eyes going wide and I saw a question mark on her face.
‘Each Wedenesday evening he used to come to Chembur and
spent the night in my room’ – she heaved a sigh.
‘You are alone there’?
-
Actually I wanted to know whether she was
married, living there with family.
The lady hung her face. No reply came out of her for a few
minutes. I was getting somewhat interested. A curiosity shone in my eyes. David’s
Wednesday overtime work was a lie. A naked lie. Naughty idiot.
‘Husband left me and ran away with a lady in the
neighbourhood. Now I am alone’ – her eyes welled up.
Whether she was lying to me or not, I was not certain.
For a few minutes I remained speechless. An uneasy silence
seemed unbearable.
I wanted to send her back and meet him in the morning at his
company.
‘He is expected late into the night. Until then waiting here
to meet him is risky. This is Bombay, you know….’
As soon as she left I got inside and had a hearty laugh which
lasted for some moments. Whenever I thought about him, I couldn’t control my
laugh. Even after thirty years, I used to think about the life in Mumbai,
especially of bachelors’ coming from the outside States, especially Kerala.
Whenever my mind travels back to Mumbai I recall my life
with the other four room-mates and the Wednesday overtime of David especially.