As terror spreads its tentacles globally, the shadow of 26/11 still falls long on Mumbai. May the arrows of intelligence fell the terrorists.
The ‘C' word is not just a fashionable cause on Page 3 lips. May the arrows of whistle-blowers end the scam-infested times of our lives.
Rising fuel prices and dearer LPG cylinders only sharpen the sting for the common man, whose wallet these days, is slimmer than a fashion model.
Buildings exploding everywhere without facilities, are the bane of the Mumbaikar. An arrow in the heart of thoughtless development.
The latest weapon to hold a city to ransom, strikes leave Mumbai paralysed. ‘Strike’ this method of protest down.
From lakhs to crores, one’s own home is still elusive. Make real estate prices realistic. This is Mumbai, not the French Riviera.
The public transport system is strained to breaking point. We need the monorail and metro faster than Ravana burns. C’mon move it, move it!
Schools have become big business, with fees, donations and admissions, enough to make young parents into cardiac patients.
Vanishing open spaces
In a city where concrete is king, it is important that we protect the pocket-sized open areas we have. May diabolical takeover tyrants burn like Ravana.
Intimidation and threats have become the lingo of our age. Fell those who use guns, knives or even words that wound to silence us and wipe out freedom.