Fast and The Furious 7 – Mumbai Mayhem

Vin Diesel at the Fast & Furious premiere at L...

Vin Diesel at the Fast & Furious premiere at Leicester Square. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s 8.30 on a Monday morning in suburban Mumbai and I am hurtling through peak hour traffic at high speed, lights on full beam, horn blaring, pedestrians and rickshaws scattering in my wake.
Six days later, 11 at night and I am doing it all over again!
Anti-social behaviour.? Re-enacting Vin Diesel’s role from Fast and the Furious, or running from the Police? Well possibly the last one, although in my defence, I must say I never saw them and they never caught me.
No it was more serious than that.
That Monday morning, my father-in-law returned from buying bread for the morning’s breakfast and started feeling uncomfortable.
Displaying the quick thinking and presence of mind that has made her “The Boss”, my better half and Commander- in-Chief, realising that her father was having a heart attack, swiftly administered a Sorbitrate tablet under his tongue.
Waiting for an Ambulance to arrive in rush hour traffic would take too much time so it was up to us. Unfortunately the hospital was at the other side of the suburb and the route would take us past the local train station where at that very moment thousands of commuters were arriving on foot, in rickshaws, and by Bus.
Saddling up my trusty steed Roxy (who you met in a previous post), lights blazing, horn broadcasting our imminent arrival, we forced our way through whatever gap we could find, weaving from side to side, at times on the wrong side of the road rushing headlong into oncoming traffic. I must have ruined many a commuter’s morning, forcing some of them to return home for a change of underwear! How I avoided hitting anyone or being stopped by the Police I do not know.
Arriving outside the hospital and shouting at the watchman to open the gates we screeched to a halt outside the ICU, our very arrival causing enough commotion to bring the Doctors outside. We rushed my father-in-law inside where he was put under the excellent care of Heart Specialist Dr Parag Ajmera (but more about him in my next post).
Six days later, succumbing to the tension and exhaustion of a stressful week caring for my father-in-law, another family member developed health complications, and we were back in Roxy again, this time racing through Mumbai at night. Despite the late hour, the traffic still heavy, but by now I had learnt the shortcuts, the by lanes to avoid congestion, and had the confidence of a bully to force my way through traffic with ease.
Everything ended well ( as I will soon post), but if you hear of a Police Bulletin, a manhunt for the driver of a dangerously driven SUV in the heart of Mumbai, know that it was I, the Kiwi Gypsy and my faithful accomplice, Roxy, The Magnificent!

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