Maybe because me friend Tariq Engineer writes, like Mumbai Mirror. Writes all bones, no flesh, like the gentle Parsi he is. MM costs Rs. 3 when a chhota Gold Flake to go with it costs Rs.10. MM cares for Mumbai like The Statesman in Calcutta of yore in Calcutta Notebook. An old news editor said it more human interest stories. Yes, Mumbai Mirror has them. Perhaps they should have a FP cartoon and something of a daily Third Edit on FP, a 300 worder, single column. A Mario and Busybee of 2018. But Editors know better. Today, it heads of with the news of Mumbaikars touching Alibaug by RoRo. Modern times, computer times, mobile times need RoRO. From Mumbai to Alibaug it will be about an hour. Me thought (as usual wrong) Alibaug is of the rich and they own yachts to swim across to bunglows. They sure will not take RoRo. Maybe, Tariq Engineer will take it to talk up and down a corporate on Alibaug life. A new Chinese toy as the first vessel will come from Confucius land. Realtors and corporates are developing the area (get a stroke every time me bumps into development). Has Mumbaikar, at best a torn, dated newspaper, a chance? From a daily local, crushed to a RoRo to Alibaug sandwiched in plastic. And long times ago they took the sea in dug outs if one goes by J.C. Daniel on Salim Ali in Salim Ali's India. He writes: 'I watched the heaving monsoon seas with a sinking heart. Being tossed about in a narrow dug out canoe was not something I'd bargained for when I joined the Bombay Natural History Society a few months earlier. As one of my legs began to twitch uncontrollably, the tiny bearded man sitting next to me asked, "Can you swim, Daniel?" 'Swim? Y-yes,' I stammered, wondering wildly if Salim Ali, the legendary honorary secretary of the BNHS, was about to give the order to abandon ship. Instead, Salim Ali looked at me for a moment and said quietly, 'I can't.'
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Mumbai Mirror
Maybe because me friend Tariq Engineer writes, like Mumbai Mirror. Writes all bones, no flesh, like the gentle Parsi he is. MM costs Rs. 3 when a chhota Gold Flake to go with it costs Rs.10. MM cares for Mumbai like The Statesman in Calcutta of yore in Calcutta Notebook. An old news editor said it more human interest stories. Yes, Mumbai Mirror has them. Perhaps they should have a FP cartoon and something of a daily Third Edit on FP, a 300 worder, single column. A Mario and Busybee of 2018. But Editors know better. Today, it heads of with the news of Mumbaikars touching Alibaug by RoRo. Modern times, computer times, mobile times need RoRO. From Mumbai to Alibaug it will be about an hour. Me thought (as usual wrong) Alibaug is of the rich and they own yachts to swim across to bunglows. They sure will not take RoRo. Maybe, Tariq Engineer will take it to talk up and down a corporate on Alibaug life. A new Chinese toy as the first vessel will come from Confucius land. Realtors and corporates are developing the area (get a stroke every time me bumps into development). Has Mumbaikar, at best a torn, dated newspaper, a chance? From a daily local, crushed to a RoRo to Alibaug sandwiched in plastic. And long times ago they took the sea in dug outs if one goes by J.C. Daniel on Salim Ali in Salim Ali's India. He writes: 'I watched the heaving monsoon seas with a sinking heart. Being tossed about in a narrow dug out canoe was not something I'd bargained for when I joined the Bombay Natural History Society a few months earlier. As one of my legs began to twitch uncontrollably, the tiny bearded man sitting next to me asked, "Can you swim, Daniel?" 'Swim? Y-yes,' I stammered, wondering wildly if Salim Ali, the legendary honorary secretary of the BNHS, was about to give the order to abandon ship. Instead, Salim Ali looked at me for a moment and said quietly, 'I can't.'
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