Me Mumbaikar, not

Forgive me if I am not a Mumbaikar, as the zeitgeist suddenly suggests we are supposed to be. I never was, and unless can afford to stay on top of Leopold’s or opposite The Taj, it’s unlikely I will ever be. I am from Pune, which means it is impossible to like Mumbai for all the very reasons that make Mumbai what it is. But I can share the fear and the rage and the pain without becoming a faux Mumbaikar. Speaking of faux, I know it’s not a time to split hairs, but can’t help it but, well…