The Yoga of Commuting

Many years ago I remember reading a Readers Digest article on how the car we drive gives away our personality and character. Since then, I've realised that this may be extended - the way a person drives reflects their attitude to life. I've seen people drive impulsively and erratically. I remember one such driver - an eminent lady editor of a Women's magazine known as a go-getting feminist had a driving style that was impulsive, impatient and unpremeditated. She'd accelerate out of a compulsion and then would have to brake severely having come too close to the car in front as we proceeded aggressively to our destination. Others like my my father, amble along at a comfortably easy pace, allowing others to overtake left, right and centre but refusing to be hurried. As a child I remember getting a trifle impatient at his driving which I however admit was really safe. But that's his attitude. Not for him the rat race and keeping up with the Jones - he's his own man and has always driven through life defining the goals he wished to achieve. Goals that once reached, have left him a content man who could never be pushed to race for Mammon or for anybody else. My daughter who has grown up with Grandpa's driving naturally gets a bit alarmed at her own fathers somewhat impatient and speedy progress through the roads of Mumbai.

The kind of driving we're faced with today on the roads of Mumbai is something else. It's a high-tension, never-give-a-quarter kind of driving. A carelessly aggressive style of a person who respects no rule save to go ahead at any cost and fill every gap with a paranoia born of living in a world of scant opportunities.

I suspect my own commute is not much different from that of many other hapless commuter in a city where the public transport system is beyond bursting at the seams. I commute to work from South Mumbai to IIT-Powai - a distance of 31 km - every day. The first 29.5 km takes an hour on the average to complete and the last 1.5 km takes about 30 min to complete. A major part of the last bit ends on the Gandhinagar slope approaching IIT where a hot dusty and growling melee of heavy goods vehicles, cars, rickshaws and motorcyclists vies for every single square inch of road space in their climb uphill to the commanding heights of Powai. It's crazy!!!

I've discovered that Indian drivers, perhaps being used to the notion of an almost useless handbrake of the old Fiat and Ambassador cars that once ruled the country, have yet to discover the utility of the handbrake for hill-starts. They generally slip their clutch up the hill - highly deleterious for the clutch. Naturally this means that most of them have a problem with slipping backwards before they make an onward move. And yes, I have been backed into on a couple of occasions in the last few weeks myself. What to do?

"How do you manage?" my friends ask. "but you must be going against the traffic!" exclaim others. But friends, in today's Mumbai, with almost a 1000 cars coming onto the roads every day and new business districts sprouting up all over the city, there's almost no "against the traffic" any more. We can start out at 7.30am in the morning though and try to beat the rush - but it barely makes a difference.

How does one cope? My own answer is inspired by an uncle with a (hyperactive and reactive) "Type A" personality who described how he places himself in "the zone" when he travels. In "the Zone" he switches off all in his brain circuitry that "reacts to stimuli" and cruises somewhat unconsciously to his destination. Perhaps like how animals hibernate through a hostile winter. How else must commuters cope - I wonder. I too now place myself in "the Zone". I drive automatically - or perhaps "It" drives. Now we don't react to idiots pumping their horn, or to mindless pedestrians who choose that very moment to step in front of our car, or those motorcyclists who threaten to scratch our new paint as they whizz by sparing only fractions of an inch. We eventually get to our destination and are able to do a full day of work too.

As for rules most people believe there are none on Indian roads. But I remember a colleague once telling me in Pune how he hosted a delegation of Japanese scientists at his
research centre. He was apologetic about the chaotic traffic in Pune (this was 20 years ago when Pune had mainly bicycles but now Pune is 10 times worse). The Japanese visitor was unfazed. "No - there is a logic to it all" the inscrutable visitor affirmed. "people in your country drive as though they are pedestrians on the pavement!!" Aha - that is true - isn't it.

Witness how our rustic compatriot comes untutored to a big city and then after a modest job as a watchman in a housing society, starts by washing cars on his trek upwards to taking driving lessons in his friend's vehicle. His friend being a driver and the said car belonging to some hapless owner. A few lessons later he ends up at the hands of a tout outside the local RTO. Some hundred rupees change hands and voila - no test - no interview - and a fresh newly minted driving licence in his hands. Yet another pedestrian turns driver. No wonder he doesn't to know what those silly broken lines down the centre of the road are - the so-called lane dividers. It's not that he doesn't mean well - its just that the poor devil doesn't know the road vocabulary that we have perhaps painstakingly acquired in our stint abroad - or if we were lucky - even locally.

I gingerly reflected upon my commuting cowardice to my colleagues from IIT - especially those who commute the same distance as me from the southermost tip of South Mumbai, the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research (TIFR) in Navy Nagar to IIT-Bombay daily. I, like them, used to take the train at one time. It was not too bad. I used to take the taxi from home to CST station, some 2 km and 5-7 minutes. Then take a train, empty in its reverse commute to Kanjur Marg (45min), and then take a rickshaw to IIT - another 10-15min. A 75min trip -not bad by Mumbai standards. Then found that as the traffic increased year after year, the route from Kanjur Marg to IIT required our rickshaw to cross the busy Gandhinagar juntion which would take a long time. It was faster to get off at Vikhroli station - 3 km earlier - and to take a rickshaw to IIT - taking almost the same time. Then came the train blasts a couple of years ago and a really jumpy "partner" who convinced me to take a car with driver. This was expensive and also meant that sustainability went out of the window as yet another vehicle entered the commuting universe. I've since stuck to that. A nice feature of my sabbatical last year in industry was the short 20min commute to the Mahindra and Mahindra corporate office in Worli. Having now returned to my IIT commute I find to my surprise that my friends don't regard my commute as ostentatious any more. The situation has got so bad that they actually now get off at a yet earlier station - Ghatkopar and take a rickshaw - the roads have become yet more congested and the rickshaw drivers are unwilling to take them from Vikhroli or Kanjur Marg stations to the campus.

This is the situation of a commuter in Mumbai. The story is repeated across many households. Typically, as a friend with her own business complained, "we can't move the office (in Worli) nearer to our house in New Mumbai (in Eastern Mumbai) since we'll then lose all our Western Mumbai staff. And we can't afford to move our home nearer to the office since the real estate is unaffordable. So what do we do?

Did we hear "tele-commute" there? Perhaps! Inspite of Urban Planning not being my area we've been compelled recently to turn activist and even worked on a proposal to the Ministry of Urban Development to set up a Centre of Excellence in "Sustainable Urban Planning and Transportation Research." There must be a way to end this suffering. We believe that the biggest threat or alternative to the automobile is not public transportation - it is actually telecommunication. If we look at travel as a mode of communication where we move our body from point A to point B in order to communicate, the phone permits us to do it at a much cheaper cost. Today with broadband so pervasive, and high bandwidth video around the corner we could just build virtual communities where one wall of our the "office" room in our house might be a window into a virtual neighbouring office where we might interact with our colleagues "through a window" as it were. Wouldn't it be nice? Science fiction we hear you say? Wouldn't you have said the same if we had suggested that your driver and cook would be sporting mobile phones as recently as 10 years ago? Given the challenges of sustainability and reducing carbon dioxide levels by reducing the use of energy, reducing travel appears to be a great way to save energy. Imagine how much more efficient we'd be - living in distributed cities with plenty of access to nature and open spaces but with an office just a hop-skip and jump away. Utopia? Maybe! We'll just have to wait and see what surprises the coming decade has in store for us. Then, perhaps we won't be discussing the Yoga of commuting - we'd be seeking the nirvana of a tele-commute - a state where the body remains still but the soul wanders to do what it must. Perhaps our ancients had got it right after all.