Friday, November 28, 2008
My favourite city in the world has bled for the last 24 hours, at the hand of bloodthirsty demons. I feel driven to tears each time I see the visuals. For those that know Mumbai, will know that its a city that doesn't give up; a city that represents the cosmopolitian face of modern India. What damage this does to Mumbai's psyche, time only can tell. I hope in the interest of not giving the extremists a sense of success, that Mumbai can still awake and go to work tomorrow. This said, I am angry; very angry. We've lost many people, many guests to my country died too. Many brave security personnel laid down their lives. I am angry because deep down I fear that other countries will consider this to be an unsafe nation. While I hope we can get the powers that be to sit up and smell the coffee, I also hope that we don't let this metamorphose into a widespread fear psychosis. I hope that politicians in India don't try to cash in and gain mileage from what is a national tragedy. I hope that our neighbours support us in our war on terror; which in itself is a pity considering that we both won our freedom using non-violent means. I hope that the whole country wakes up and realizes that while we have the bravest of men in uniform; we perhaps have the most inept people in khadi and silk. I hope that tomorrow when political terrorists such Raj Thackeray and Narendra Modi try to create division in the country, we tell them that the people that laid down their lives to ensure that we can sleep peacefully, were amongst the 200 commandos from Delhi; I hope we tell them that amongst the people that died there was no distinction of religion; I hope we tell them that amongst people that conducted rescue operations there was little cultural homogeniety. I hope that through this incident, we find a reason to stand as one nation instead of suspecting each other. I say this, because as an Indian and a one time Mumbaikar I am sad, I am angry and I am just tired.