Helmets made of bright yellow plastic, like the ones the workmen are wearing in the picture, are common in Mumbai. They are a token concession to safety, but bare feet and flimsy wooden railings betray the indianness (whatever that may be) of the whole endeavour.
Everything in this city is either ancient or temporary. The new glass buildings, behemoths though they are, don't look like they'll last as long as the dilapidated art deco apartment buildings. And the buildings in Worli that look at the sea, ugly and tall, have only been there for a few years and already they fall apart and it feels like they've been there forever.
Much like most things in life.
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