Most of my life's experiences are related to the routine life of fast paced commercial capital, Mumbai. I love crowd and people with different level of understandings and views. As I travel in train almost every day, since so many years I have also been observing the never changed scenario of Mumbai's most attractive (?) sites, which is evergreen. And that is, the public laundry next to Mahalaxmi station lovingly called - Dhobhi Ghat. It is not a huge, grand structure made by any ancient king or reputed business man of modern day, it's a simple structure built for washing clothes. The clothes are brought there from all over Mumbai. I am always amused by the thought of how well managed, time- precise and logistically organized work process it carries out. It's organizational set-up is nothing less than the curriculum learnt at thereputed management institutes. Only differences between white collared jobs at management level and this age old attraction is the outer appearance and educational degree, else the aim of profession for both is- Perfection.
This Dhobi Ghat has become a kind of institute for me. I have learnt truths, pondered upon many economical, social and political issues. And I find, that up till now all the researches and analysis have failed terribly in each field due to one reason or the other. The state of India and world is just like the bundle of clothes that are brought at this Ghat. Every bundle has an identity of the agent or the main laundry from where it is brought here. But when opened and left scattered all the clothes and lining are dirty and crumpled which have to be laundered to look clean and be ready for use again. For this process a dhobi or a washer man doesn't need a degree or big fat books to update his knowledge; everyday practice and sound knowledge of colors, clothes and their longitivity guides him to handle each of them carefully. That's great! It's metaphoric representation of today's society.