Picture this: BY 2020, Mumbai and its extended suburbs are a dizzying maze of flyovers and expressways that go on and on. Entwined around skyscrapers whose terraces hang hidden in the clouds, the concrete jungle may not be pretty, but it never fails to elicit gasps dripping with awe from the thousands of immigrants who (still) troop into the country’s financial capital every day. Visitors to the megacity can’t help but marvel at the smooth and orderly flow of traffic through the labyrinths of sixand eight-lane roads and ramps that start at Colaba in the south, snake over the Arabian sea, and end some 100 km off Greater Mumbai limits, well into what was a rural, agrarian Konkan pasture only a decade ago.

Few are keen to drive because few are willing to shell out a small fortune for petrol and diesel. Crude oil, the commodity whose supply woefully outstrips demand in 2020, has crossed $300 a barrel, and is still rising. Electric trains, buses and even the humble cycle have become the average Mumbaikars’ vehicles of preference.
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