What do you call a man who hates to lose? A winner? That is too easy, too glib, and buries the story. All Ambani ever wanted to be is the biggest there ever is, the best there ever was. He wanted a piece of the action — preferably all of it. If others wouldn't let him in, he would create his own turf and own it all.
When the skyline, melding with shoreless shimmering sea, changes colors from different hues of crimson to blue to grey, loses its golden sheen, and starts to look less like molten metal, and more like the sleek side of a cool aluminum sheet, it's the genesis of much publicized Mumbai monsoons.