Mumbai Diaries: The Second Coming
The thing with titles is that they are ridiculously difficult to justify, or is it just me? I have sat and thought and thought and finally it struck me that I’m at my wit’s end, that I, who is regularly complimented on my literary prowess (though it is mediocre at best (please please please disagree with me and tell me I’m better than average) and insipid at the worst) am at a loss of how to tie 3 divergent stories connected only by 2 threads, Me and Mumbai, HEY! That sounds like a good title…but is a bit broad to cover this particular tryst, so let’s just say that it is Me and Mumbai: Shots So, abstract title done…on to the meat of the bone. Me and Mumbai: Shots The intrepid recruiter (shouldn’t this be the Inept Recruiter??) was on the move, and his first assignment was the land of Maratha pride, Maharashtra. Recruitment aside this was a most tough land to compete in and the availability of good human capital always comes at a premium, a premium I could not afford to pay, ...