Elephants in Mumbai

The elephants are gone from Mumbai in the last year or so . The story I heard is that a female went beserk and killed some people. Apparently she was in heat and it all became just a bit too much for her and she snapped. After a couple of days on the ground here I sympathize with the elephant. It's a maelstrom of shiny bits of modern and clean scattered through the muck, mold, mildew, dust, and human debris here, banyan trees growing and suturing the city together or breaking it apart, alternately. It's really unlike nothing I could have imagined here. Everything here is new or wants to be but they take so long to build things that by the time they are done they are already molding and rotting away. Except the older colonial era buildings. Somehow those are intact. I find myself wondering if there wasn't a lot to be learned there that got thrown out with the bathwater. Gandhi liberated his people for this? I am not sure this is what he had in mind. It's all flash and no substance. If god is in the details there is no god here. Not feeling all up with mumbai today. More contemplative clearly.