Last year by this time all the seven blasts had taken place. There was chaos all over Bombay not just along the western railway lines but on outer roads as well.
Mrs Sonia Gandhi, like some mother superior, breezed-in late that night to add further chaos to a chaotic, choked atmosphere. She had flown in to express her sadness -- it was said -- but it was her "bandobast" that got-the-goat of the Bombayites standed on the roads.
And after all the trauma that many of our overworked good samaritans had been through, no one was in the mood to be delayed further by the 'Dilli wali nautanki'.
Really mad at Madame, they told her off in no uncertain terms, by boo-ing and jeer-ing her out-of-the-way; as it was well-past midnight, and the roads were still snarled with traffic.
Next morning, at around 11:00 am, like some queen victoria Mayhem Gandhi did her disorderly act again.
I was forced to curb my car at mahim and wait till her royal parade went by. Suddenly I saw a man on the second floor of a building stand up on top of the parapet of his balcony. I was praying he would not jump off in front of her motorcade.
Instead, as Madame neared and till she went by, he merely hoisted his lungi up, showed her his bare ass and then jumped down from the parapet back on to the balcony of his flat and went in.
Laughter hit the road as alot of passers-by had a bit of comic relief while the congitalian woman got to taste some spontaneous rage from the Bombayman.
