In December 2001, Kashmiri separatists attacked the parliament in Delhi, and war almost broke out between India and Pakistan, hampering the movement of men and matériel across the border. President Pervez Musharraf has always publicly denied that Dawood Ibrahim lives in Pakistan. The country’s image was not good after it emerged that its intelligence service had fostered the Taliban, and after the murder of Danny Pearl; it would make the country look even worse to be harboring gangsters. In October 2003, the U.S. Treasury Department officially designated Dawood Ibrahim a “global terrorist,” saying that the don “has found common cause with Al Qaida, sharing his smuggling routes with the terror syndicate and funding attacks by Islamic extremists aimed at destabilizing the Indian government.” It listed him as living in Karachi and published his Pakistani passport number.
The D-Company leaders now live in a constant state of anxiety: They fear being killed or handed over to India as part of a goodwill gesture on the part of their Pakistani hosts; they fear being assassinated by Rajan’s men; and, most of all, they fear one another. The fear they use to make their livelihoods, to convince an extortion target to part with millions of rupees without a shot being fired, has come home to stalk them. But the terror in Bombay hasn’t stopped. In August 2003, two car bombs went off, at the Gateway of India and in the diamond market, killing 52 and maiming 150 people. It was a form of revenge, again: for the riots in the neighboring state of Gujarat, in which hundreds of Muslims had been burnt alive by Hindu mobs earlier that year. His city again needed Ajay Lal, who was brought in from the railways to take over the investigation.
In September 2000, a squad of Chotta Shakeel’s men stormed into a house in Bangkok, where Chotta Rajan was attending a dinner, and blazed away. While the assassins were firing, they kept their cell phones on; Shakeel, sitting in Karachi, had the pleasure of hearing the screams of the traitor as the bullets penetrated his body. Then, as a don in a Hindi film might, Rajan jumped over the balcony and escaped, hobbling away on broken legs. He was last reputed to be in Luxembourg, still controlling, by telephone, what was left of his gang in Bombay. Abu Salem, the man who had ordered the hit on Rakesh Roshan and had threatened Vinod, was arrested in Lisbon in 2003, in the company of a Hindi movie starlet, and is being held pending extradition to India.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the Bombay cops had embarked on a wholesale campaign of encounter killings. In 1998, forty-eight men that the police had labeled “gangsters” were killed in encounters. In 1999, the number shot up to eighty-three and declined slightly to seventy-four in 2000. In 2001, more than a hundred men were shot dead by the Mumbai Police. As the gangwar diminished, the crime columns of the city papers began filling up with unorganized crimes: servants murdering their employers, spurned lovers extracting revenge.
And then, in 2003, came Abdul Karim Telgi. He was a former peanut vendor who had printed 320 billion rupees’ worth of forged revenue-stamp forms, one of the biggest corruption scandals in the nation’s history. He got away with the forgeries by bribing Bombay’s politicians and cops wholesale. The scandal affected all ranks of the police, including the commissioner, who was arrested. So were encounter specialists like Pradeep Sawant, who was packed off to jail, as he never had been for killing human beings. Telgi, it emerged, had been taking his stacks of rupees and blowing them over the dancers at a beer bar called Sapphire, which Honey had just quit after fathering a child, a beautiful, bright-eyed little boy named Love.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO THE FOLLOWING:
In Bombay: Vasant and Naina Mehta, Anupama and Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Farrokh Chothia, Manjeet Kripalani, Dayanita Singh, Mahesh Bhatt, Tanuja Chandra, Rahul Mehrotra, Naresh Fernandes, Meenakshi Ganguly, Anuradha Tandon, Ali Peter John, Eishaan, Asad bin Saif, Kabir and Sharmistha Mohanty, Adil Jussawala, Rashid Irani, Kumar Ketkar, Foy Nissen, Sameera Khan.
In New York: Ramesh and Usha Mehta, Sejal Mehta, Monica and Anand Mehta, Ashish Shah, Amitav Ghosh, Akhil Sharma, Zia Jaffrey, Somini Sengupta.
In London: Viswanath and Saraswati Bulusu, Ian Jack.
My gurus: James Alan McPherson and U. R. Ananthamurthy, and my agent, Faith Childs.
My editors: David Davidar, Sonny Mehta, Deborah Garrison, Geraldine Cook, Ravi Singh, Vrinda Condillac, Janice Brent.
The Whiting Foundation, the New York Foundation for the Arts, and the MacDowell Colony.
Many of the names in this book have been changed, as has that of the city. Much of this book was made possible through the generous help of people I cannot name. They have my profound thanks.
And most of all, to Sunita, Gautama, Akash. Thanks for bringing me back to the present tense. I owe you.
FIRST VINTAGE DEPARTURES EDITION, SEPTEMBER 2005
Copyright © 2004 by Suketu Mehta
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Portions of this book were originally published in Granta and Condé Nast Traveler.
Grateful acknowledgment is made to Oxford University Press India for permission to reprint “Irani Restaurant Instructions” by Nissim Ezekiel. Reprinted by permission of Oxford University Press India, New Delhi.
The Library of Congress has cataloged the Knopf edition as follows: Mehta, Suketu.
Maximum city: Bombay lost and found / Suketu Mehta—1st ed.
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1. Bombay (India)—Description and travel. I. Title.
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