Here, a piece of life from women of Dombivli.This was the place where I was staying during 90’s. When I left I.I.T. Powai (keep for another day), move to this place that time my mind was just look for a better place. Somebody there may be thinking that I was a craziest of all, where is picturesque I.I.T and where is Dombivli, but life in Mumbai is that crazy. For those, who have no idea about Dombivli - this place is one of the town situated in outskirt of Mumbai, having 100% literacy with a tag like this - one of the most cultural town in India. The peoples of Dombi belongs to--India’s so called very hard working middle class society.
All Dombivlikars faced a very acute water problem and I was no exception (pani pani re Khare… chup not khare pani, tap ka pani! Khare pani? Ha.. mere do boond ansu ka koi kimat nahi?).
In this place, I was what you call unsocial at its best. My door used open twice, once from inside in the morning and at night 9 something from outside, only exception was my friends from upstairs and their mother always used to send me some than other delicacies (thanks).
In the morning, I/We (all women of Dombivli) used to run to the one direction – Station, the speed may make Usain Bolt and late Flo Jo to think twice about their training facilities.
When train approach to Dombivli station, oh my god!
- Indian army should take some courage under fire form these women. Getting into respective train in single piece is a gold medal wining performance and getting a place to seat-
- Ye syana bait ne ko mila to sone ko chahta hai, chal bidu khare ra.
If you find a place, say first and second seat, sleep instantly thinking yourself in an island. Little advise, don’t go for third or fourth one, as there is always a Tom and Jerry situation between
both, who can push whom and how hard and at certain point – tu, tu, main, main…., oh! forget it, roz ka lafda.
If you are standing, then you should know the balancing act (Jor lagake haiya), on both feet, its too much for asking, one foot or one toe, chalega (Khiladi hai koi, madari hai koi). Once you settled down (no matter what way) you can do anything- shopping, praying, joking, singing, and gossiping about mother-in-law and vice versa.
Those come from beyond Dombivli have lots of complain – these Dimbivlichi Baika….so … and so…(Sorry bit slang-uage problem), but they stop instantly, once train cross Thakurli station- - just guess why?
In the evening they are all ready for bit revenge, when back in Dombi and train come still on the platform, they will get down one by one, taking their own time and talking about everything, anything and nothing – like
- jhopli hoti, kadi Dombivli aali?
– Bhiti kasala, Dombivli ani train kute janar nai.
- oh joshi kal tujha mistor la bagitla or macchi ghayun janar, bangrechi curry karnar amti deyun, chan batte. (Do not go by my Marathi- gele dhaha baras me Marathi bolle nai)
There is no time limit, the guard will sleep thrice and get up twice before he can press the button and train can move further.
Apart form bonding friends there will be aai’s, tai’s, mami’s, kaki’s, chikki’s, chechi’s, didi’s, akka’s, anna’s(of course full anna’s prohibited).
Still hats of to Dimbivlichi Baika, household chorus without any helping hand, office work, children and then daily dose of Judo/karate, still you will find fresh faces all over with beautiful smile.
All important offices in Mumbai have few of them, just go and check these offices on any Bandh days.
!!! Me ani Dombivlichi Baika, true fighting spirit, Zindabad, Zindabad, [ishh… aago bai]!!!
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