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Is Bandra the new cocaine?

Met a Social Media friend from Delhi for the first time last weekend. We met up at Gloria Jean's, Bandra, for a short while. A place which he confessed to love. I like Gloria Jean's too. As does my wife and many others.

I pass the road in front of Gloria Jean's on the way to work everyday. At times I try to grab a bite in the car and sip a juice as I am not the sort who wants the worm in any case. Problem is that I have to wait for the stretch to get over before I start eating. Its pot holes and pockmarks would make the food somersault in your tummy. Never a good idea. I was hoping that they would fix it when Obama came to Mumbai. Then he flew down to South Mumbai and we were left with audacious hope.

Most of the houses at Bandra resemble the road that I described - old, damp walls, peeling paint, tired plumbing, pre-liberalisation flooring, badly planned, dark, dank and small.

Yet, here are some interesting things I found out through hearsay. My friend who lives at GK 2, a fairly posh address at Delhi, pays one third the rent for a 3 BHK in comparison to what we pay for a 2 BHK here. A lady whose husband has recently moved to Singapore told me that rentals at Bandra beat those in Singapore. And a couple relocating from London said that the rent for a sub optimal, compromised 4BHK at Bandra would get you a semi detached house in a good condition with a garden at a good suburb of London. And no, its not that salaries at Mumbai are higher than those at Delhi. And is not even close to those in Singapore and UK.

I guess we are 'prisoners of our own device here'.

Comments

Purba said…
Space has always been a problem in Mumbai. And the many filmstars and millionaires don't help things either.
Scarlett said…
Kalyan, it's time to move to London! Lezz go!! :P
Kalyan Karmakar said…
Purba the shape of the road leading to Bandstand sometime back wasn't funny. A road which houses SRK, Chulbul being Human Salman Khan and Earnest John A

Svarlett, amen to that...maybe I should give citizenship a second thought
Moonshine said…
Simple solution - shift to Bangalore!! Lots of space.. lots of grrenery...
vineet said…
endin was impressv
Kalyan Karmakar said…
well Vineet that's Hotel California, Eagles

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