It's an illuminating sight, in Mumbai, to see the kids growing up on the streets. They learn a lot of things this way. I saw it in movies earlier -- the effect of Mumbai on kids. I still remember, in most of them the camera would focus on the puny, running legs of a kid who just stole a piece of bread and then the scene would fast forward where the character now running is the hero who has upgraded to stealing a necklace and the followers have upgraded from roadside onlookers to the men in uniform.
That of course, was a dramatization, but not entirely unfounded.
The streets of Mumbai teach its kids...
...To run from one crowd, only to lose themselves into another crowd
...To run towards the next taxi, trying to coax rich strangers to buy pirated copies of "How to win" and "Rich Dad, poor dad" and "Heal thyself", the irony of the whole situation being so fucking blatant and you feeling so unsure where to look as if your mom just caught you with both your hands doing something below your belt
...To run into their road-side make-shift homes, to take shelter from the pimps on the streets
...To run from their road-side make-shift homes, to save themselves from a father who's too drunk
...To run behind the walls, to hide themselves from tomorrow
...To run against the rush, just for the kick of it
...To run with each other, to find a solace that is unattainable in this city while standing still
The streets of Mumbai teach its tomorrow...