I never ‘worked’ in Nariman Point.
Some where in the mid-nineties, when I was working as a Sales Executive for an IT Training company, Nariman Point was the area to be selling in. It had much potential. At that time, I was assigned to an area that most sales executive abhorred. Kurla, Kamani – J&J Mulund; and everything in between. Here’s a map of the arterial road and the area that it covered.
See, geography and cartography comes in play. Actually, a lot of mathematical education comes to play for a sales manager. Allocating regions to sales executives or teams requires a bit of (or more) understanding of geography. Ensuring that there is discrete non-overlap of regions requires understanding of the four or five colour theorem concept. To help plan an optimised route, some knowledge of the Travelling salesman problem is required. Anyway, I spent a lot of time selling on the LBS road, and after some success, I was assigned the coveted Nariman Point. I was now travelling with the rush. After spending a lot of time in the industrial area of the LBS road, I was ‘relieved’ to sell to a corporate world. The offices were swanky, there were lifts, and the buildings didn’t smell of cutting metal or an unknown pungent acid.
I was in love. I loved this city.
All over again.
Nariman Point encompasses all that is Mumbai. In recent times, other locations in the city have taken over. BKC, Malad, Andheri East. But these areas are factories. Whether of knowledge or scale. But none of these new industrial/corporate complexes have been able to bind or buy the spirit. Even in 2011, when media wants to describe the ethos of Mumbai, it is train arriving at Churchgate or at VT (Yeah, CST). Why doesn’t the media show a swarm of people at BKC or Andheri E?
From the banyan tree at the corner of Bajaj Bhavan, to the incense on the stalls selling fruit-plates on the sidewalk of the Maker Chambers, to the never-changing attitudes of the security guards, to the smell in the lifts of the high-rises, to the quintessential exclusive lifts for Directors/Owners, to the smart triple parking logic, Nariman Point has it all. Corporate enclaves, all over the country yearn for the spirit of this place, yet they fall small in spite of their tall buildings.
What is it?
What makes this very small enclave that invites the bees and makes them, almost, slave?
There is promise. A mutual one. If you are willing to believe in your dream; I will provide the base, for you to light the fire of your ambition. I will show you, in the same instance, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I will stand here, with my tall buildings and offer you all. From the street shop to the 18th floor swanky office. I have it all.
The city talks to me.
What do you want?