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Prithvi Asthana

20 August 2025 at 5:20:30 pm

Employee says the fire alarm did not go off

Many officials could not use fire extinguishers Mumbai: In a tragic incident a large fire broke out in the basement of Aaykar Bhavan, the Income Tax office located on Maharshi Karve Road at Churchgate in Mumbai on Monday. According to the sources, the fire broke out at 1:30 pm, but the Mumbai Fire Brigade received the initial call at 2:01 pm and officially declared it as Level-I fire around 2:15 pm. No casualties were reported in the incident and all the employees were rescued from the...

Employee says the fire alarm did not go off

Many officials could not use fire extinguishers Mumbai: In a tragic incident a large fire broke out in the basement of Aaykar Bhavan, the Income Tax office located on Maharshi Karve Road at Churchgate in Mumbai on Monday. According to the sources, the fire broke out at 1:30 pm, but the Mumbai Fire Brigade received the initial call at 2:01 pm and officially declared it as Level-I fire around 2:15 pm. No casualties were reported in the incident and all the employees were rescued from the building. As the building has a centralised air conditioning system and all the windows were closed the smoke from the fire spread rapidly throughout the building. The thick smoke also spread to the surrounding areas pf the building. Around 23 vehicles of the Mumbai Fire Brigade (MFB) were engaged under the intense operation to extinguish the fire from different gates at the building. Backup ambulances police officials, and the BEST staff, were also seen at the site. The MFB deployed a DFO, ADFO, three Senior Station Officers and two Station Officers, along with three fire engines, one CFF, three jet units, one AWTT, one MWT, one WQRV, one TTL and one ALP. Specialised equipment including aerial ladder platform was deployed to evacuate people from the upper floors. Two people, a male and a female were rescued from the Guest House at the seventh floor of the building. Firefighters were successful in rescuing the staff on the lower floors as well. According to an employee, who requested anonymity said, “The fire broke out at 1:30 pm when the staff was having lunch, but the fire alarms did not go off.” “We were not allowed to exit from the main gate,” he added. The employee said, “The fire was confined to the basement and the smoke went up to all the floors of building.” Asked about the loss, the employee said, “As the fire broke out in the godown no person was injured. But the records kept in godown that are mostly old records have been burnt.” When asked about the fire drill protocol, the employee said, “The office staff did not know how to use the extinguishers, a possible reason why the fire’s intensity kept increasing.” Officials did not confirm the cause of the fire and or damage caused in the basement area. The Aaykar Bhavan, Income Tax office is multi-storey government building that serves as a workplace for a large number of Income Tax officials.

Seventeen and Overthinking

At seventeen, most people are still figuring out which tracks to follow in life; some, like me, are beginning to wonder if the tracks we have chosen will ever get us anywhere worth going. For the past few weeks, I have been quietly engulfed by a kind of quarter-life crisis, questioning not just my past decisions but the very architecture of the life I hope to lead. Have I lived enough? Have I made choices that matter? Will the ambitions I harbour today translate into the life I desire tomorrow?


It is, paradoxically, the minor and the mundane that often precipitate the largest self-examinations. Should I invest in a new keyboard for my tablet, whose lag makes even a simple sentence take two minutes to type, or cling to the current one because it is beautiful and somewhat costly? Like so many teenagers, I am caught at a crossroads between practicality and desire, between what brings immediate pleasure and what promises long-term stability.


I have always thought of myself as certain, unusually so. From a young age, I knew what I wanted: the career I would pursue, the life I would lead. I had measured my future in terms of fulfilment and happiness rather than earnings or independence. Yet, now that I weigh the realities of ambition against practicalities, the certainty I once prized feels suddenly brittle. What if the choices I have planned will not suffice for my relentless ambitions? What if I am not as prepared as I assumed?


The transition into 12th grade has crystallised these anxieties. Compared with the punishing regimen of 10th grade - Sunday classes, four sample papers a day, two hours of sleep for a month - life now seems deceptively easier: six or seven hours of sleep, fewer formal obligations. Yet the stakes feel infinitely higher. Failure is no longer an abstract threat; it is a looming reality capable of dismantling everything I have built. The soundtrack of adolescence has shifted: gone is the irreverent, carefree Teenage Dirtbag; in its place plays a more sobering, inexorable tune of adult expectation.


In this uncertainty, memory becomes a kind of museum in which I relive a childhood only partially experienced. I did not ride motorbikes through the night with friends, linger by lakesides, or chase the sort of reckless freedom that seems to define youth. I lived, but cautiously, interspersing teenage impulses with adult restraint. I was always the ‘good kid,’ the ‘mature’ one, and now the regret is sharp: I have travelled too far along the road of responsibility to simply return to the chaos of youthful exuberance. I watch younger teenagers embrace recklessness with abandon and feel an ache at my own past restraint.


The tension is existential. Who, or what, is responsible for this overachievement? The city that shaped me, the expectations of others, or my own relentless self-discipline? I have spent most of my seventeen years ‘adulting’ when I need not have, fearful of mediocrity and failure, cautious of average outcomes and disappointment. Yet the paradox is that the tools of adolescence, the impulses, desires and creative naïveté remain unmastered. I am a young adult in circumstance but still a teenager in instinct.


Mumbai, however, has revealed the contours of my authentic self. The city did not so much change me as unlock me. In this urban anonymity, where expectations are few and connections selective, I have discovered dimensions of my personality that had lain dormant: spontaneity, audacity, and an unvarnished authenticity that had no space in my hometown. Moving was not life-changing; it was life-revealing.


Yet the reality of adulthood is humbling. I once imagined it as elegant and empowering, a natural extension of the ‘perfect’ self I tried to cultivate. Instead, it is messy, unrelenting, and deeply unsettling. It demands responsibility, foresight, and endurance I am not sure I am prepared to offer. Even with newfound freedom and clarity, the prospect of paying bills, filing taxes, voting responsibly, or answering to superiors feels daunting. The hurricane of adult life is already swirling around me, and I am not yet ready to step fully into it.


Seventeen, then, is a liminal age: neither adolescent nor fully adult. It is a space of reflection, of reckoning, and of tentative liberation. For now, all I can do is navigate this in-between, hoping to preserve both the reckless wonder of youth and the emerging responsibility of my coming years.


Alas, such is life.


(The author is a student of St. Xavier College, Mumbai.)

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