Bombay is a city of contrasts.  Old - New,  Rich - Poor,  Beautiful - Ugly,  Kind - Unscrupulous.  It is all here.  
Modern buildings rise above the filth and stench of decay.  The compelling smell of incense is almost over
whelmed by automobile exhaust.  Begging hands of the poor plead for help in the streets  while extravagant 
consumption is hidden behind closed doors. The invisible middle  class seems to be running in place as the 20th. 
Century passes by. Modern billboards imprisoned in ruble  extol the virtues of cell phones and internet access.