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Rohit Pansare

Jack took a deep breath and dived into the warm clear water. He felt the water gush through his ears and nose as he hit the surface. The instructor was watching near the edge, keeping an eye on the newbies. Jack was not new to swimming, but it was normal procedure at the pool to make sure that those that signed up know swimming well enough. Summer was at it’s end and so were the vacations after which the pool would be emptier, with less kids slashing around.

Single, ambitious, careless are not the only words to describe Jack. He was a hopeless romantic, a passionate artist and a concierge of everything old, rare and beautiful. His love for nature transcended in his art and photographs. Yet he was human and hence allowed to err. Those being his interests, his work was much different and absolutely bland. He waited, bidding his time, to give up work and give full attention to his interests.

Women, however, would see the end of him, thought Jack as he continued sinking slowly through the clear water. Who could know what they were thinking? Jack had his hands full, as one woman left the other arrived, almost always with an agenda. Jack let them in, almost always with open arms. But he had nothing to offer them. What they wanted, put his freedom and love for nature, art, science and knowledge at risk. He felt he could romance a book if he could but then human company still beckoned him to fall in relationships, one after another.

Each one had not ended well, with very few starting as a casual friendship and ending in confusions and allegations. Most of them just faded away without a trace. Some left a scar and all taught Jack to guard himself against the whims and fancies of women. Jack always calm, now was breathing slow yet steadily. His head light now with lack of oxygen, ears ringing with pressure of the 26 meters of water above. Jack had not surfaced for 10 minutes.

The instructor grew alarmed and looked in all corners of the pool to check. He dived to check inside the pool, shouting his name. At that moment Jack had awakened from his daze and started swimming for the edge on the other side. Sputtering and spitting out water, Jack emerged on the other side, much to the bewilderment of the instructor. Another relationship had died.

Rohit Pansare

Bombay (renamed as Mumbai in 1995) a city of opportunities,a city of dreams unfulfilled, a city that conquers all hearts yet remains unconquered. Mumbai city(Metropolitan area) has a population of more than 12 million according to the 2011 Census of India, is highest in India, ranked 4th most populated in the world.

Who owns Mumbai now? 9 Million people(almost 60% of the population) live in self-made settlements or slums. This population serves the rest of the 40% population and yet is considered a vestigial organ of the city, a cancer or tumour spreading across it and a huge hurdle in its Shanghai dreams. The city is a living heritage and includes two UNESCO World Heritage sites– The Victoria Terminals(Renamed as the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus in 1966) and the Elephanta caves.Yet heritage is not always appreciated, often dimissed and sometimes dismissed, especially if it claims stake over the city, even if that stake doesn’t hold true now.

On the southern side stands the grand Gateway of India, built in 1915 to commemorate the arrival of King George V & Queen Marry in 1911. It has served as an entry for the British Raj that have ruled India for roughly 100 years. Yet this heritage could not be hid like the one that is hidden in the heart of the city.

Located near a  narrow lane next to Elphinstone College, off MG Road lies a legacy of the city, hidden from view, underneath a shed made of corrugated asbestos sheet. A small hole at the eye-level, will give you a glimpse of what lies within it. By far it is one of the most beautiful and yet sad site that I have seen in Bombay.

As you peer through this hole, two figures will materialize, at first almost looking ghastly, till your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then it will hit you, as you look around with an awestruck expression. Obvious questions will run through your mind, as to who must have put this here? Was it originally here? Were these brought here from somewhere else?

As your eyesight moves across the shed you will see that these are statues, a legacy of the British Raj and arguably the heritage of Modern Bombay.

What lies inside this shed are the statues of King Edward VIII and his royal predecessor, King George V


Statue_King_Edward _VIII_rohit_pansare

Statue of King Edward VIII


Statue of George V

An interesting read on Firstpost.  The author was the one who lead me to this place!

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Rohit Pansare

Bombay (renamed as Mumbai in 1995) a city of opportunities,a city of dreams unfulfilled, a city that conquers all hearts yet remains unconquered. Mumbai city(Metropolitan area) has a population of more than 12 million according to the 2011 Census of India, is highest in India, ranked 4th most populated in the world.

Who owns Mumbai now? 9 Million people(almost 60% of the population) live in self-made settlements or slums. This population serves the rest of the 40% population and yet is considered a vestigial organ of the city, a cancer or tumour spreading across it and a huge hurdle in its Shanghai dreams. The city is a living heritage and includes two UNESCO World Heritage sites– The Victoria Terminals(Renamed as the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus in 1966) and the Elephanta caves.Yet heritage is not always appreciated, often dimissed and sometimes dismissed, especially if it claims stake over the city, even if that stake doesn’t hold true now.

On the southern side stands the grand Gateway of India, built in 1915 to commemorate the arrival of King George V & Queen Marry in 1911. It has served as an entry for the British Raj that have ruled India for roughly 100 years. Yet this heritage could not be hid like the one that is hidden in the heart of the city.

Located near a  narrow lane next to Elphinstone College, off MG Road lies a legacy of the city, hidden from view, underneath a shed made of corrugated asbestos sheet. A small hole at the eye-level, will give you a glimpse of what lies within it. By far it is one of the most beautiful and yet sad site that I have seen in Bombay.

As you peer through this hole, two figures will materialize, at first almost looking ghastly, till your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then it will hit you, as you look around with an awestruck expression. Obvious questions will run through your mind, as to who must have put this here? Was it originally here? Were these brought here from somewhere else?

As your eyesight moves across the shed you will see that these are statues, a legacy of the British Raj and arguably the heritage of Modern Bombay.

What lies inside this shed are the statues of King Edward VIII and his royal predecessor, King George V


Statue_King_Edward _VIII_rohit_pansare

Statue of King Edward VIII


Statue of George V

An interesting read on Firstpost.  The author was the one who lead me to this place!

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