A trip in an Mumbai (Auto)

The feel of getting on a long trip on an auto, renders an embodied journey through the city, the deafening noise, the exhaust fumes and the vibrations which is an akin to a back massage, especially when one encounters a speed breaker. An auto is able to deftly navigate the interstices of the clogged roads on a public holiday, and able to zip through backlanes where an uber car would not attempt to tread, as it is off the GPS route. Occasionally it cuts to the wrong side of the road, and overtakes vehicles the many multiples of it’s power grade. As a homage was paid in the Himesh Reshamiyya move, Aap Ka Saroor to an Autowala in Switzerland, and many a Tamizh film- the auto is an urban institution in Mumbai, with its own union.

Autowallah’s are erudite social commentators who have the ground view on urban planning, local machine politics climate change. As they bear the brunt of the weather in the trenchant Mumbai monsoon each year, they are the last mile connectivity for many. And they have a pride, with any Mumbaikar can vouch for, as we have all encountered at various stages of life.

For a decade, I was pursuing a mirage and lost a whole lot only to realise that one only has the time, talent and the opportunity to make the most of what one love to do the most. I lost my voice thanks to the virulent critiques of seniors who made me feel worthless.

The destruction only makes one realise that what is left is what I had, well only what I had. Were the pursuits meaningless or the broken relationships in which I gave my all? The answer is no, as it is only the journey which matters. And the journey is the endgame.

The birthday month is a time of renewal, of hope and of reflections. In this era of great flux, conflicts, technology, and tariffs- it’s time to reclaim our humanity, to understand and to serve and to do what we love.

Be kind, give and love more. We all land up in an ICU ultimately.

It was great to be last week at the National University of Singapore- my academic and work alma mater where I spent a half a decade plus for graduate studies in environmental engineering and human geography as well as worked on Ministry of Education funded projects as a research staff.

Always great to meet mentors, peers and friends who are the global best in their fields whether it is in climate change, education futures or geopolitics or history.

A place which keeps on giving and a reminder of the generosity of the Singaporean tax payer funded scholarships, have been on a couple of them and the impact it has on my life. Always happy to pay it forward, in any shape or form for my second home- this is home, truly / where I know I must be… this is where i know it’s home (Kit Chan, 1998/2010/2025)

Super grateful to the tiny red dot which punches persistently over its weight.

Majulah 🇸🇬❤️

A quick take from Kota Bahru, Kelantan State in Northern Malaysia- a PAS run state for 35 years, an hour from the Thai Border is borderlands at best. There are layers and nuances to this Malay Muslim Heartland also known as the Verandah to Mecca. As a person who grew up in an Arab country, the Jawi script and the Azaan brings a certain cultural familiarity.

Kota Bahru is often portrayed in the media as a backwater of sorts, a border town with little broader global significance apart from being a catalyst of the opposition benches. When driving from Kuala Besut in Terengganu state, after a couple of days in the almost picturesque and heavenly Perhentian Islands- upon entering Kelantan, the landscape of 55km from Kuala Besut to Kota Bahru was a story in itself, of agricultural riches and beautiful masjids, quite the standard of the Malay heartland. We passed through Masjids every few kilometres with religious schools also dotting the landscape. There were many central government hoardings near federally funded schools, the Sekolah Kebangsan’s. They are contesting for mindspace, while the grip is clearly with the Ulema dominated PAS. PAS has a neat digital game, as seen from the green wave of the previous elections.

There were Buddhist pagodas on the way, a Sikh temple in Kota Bahru and a prominent China Town to note. Of course, the presence of the Muslim way of life is all over, a Dakwah centre next to the museums cluster and only a bus load of Bule tourists unlike other touristy places such as Penang. But, the power of Halal Tourism globally cannot be underestimated, as Kelantan is reaching out to the Muslim tourist from Paris to Dubai to spend their beach holidays in peace in tune with their faith needs.

Each person as the erudite tour guide who dropped us to Kota Bahru quipped: this is a normal place, please come and see for yourself, all we want is work and want to send our children to college.

Geopolitical risk is felt on the ground, reading papers and writing think tank articles on second hand papers has limits.

A Bangladeshi running a water taxi in a marine park. I heard Bangla and started speaking on safety concerns between island points in Perhentian. He was shocked to hear Bangla as most tourists, read all are Westerners. To find an Indian holidaying at an atas marine park does not sit well with the racial stereotype.

He asked where am I from, and how do i speak Bangla? I said should i speak Hindi then, if I am a Bengali? He smirked and started speaking normally saying that there are a few dozen Bangladeshis who run the water taxi operations in fairly distant Perhentian Islands. From a country which has a riverine system, it is a natural talent pool.

Bangladeshis from Venice to Penang bolster labor pools globally. Whether the world wants to speak the Bangladeshi dialect is another question of identity, migrant value chains and local politics.