Beloved city, beloved home
2008 November 27
The heart is breaking into a thousand pieces. I had written something else earlier, writing something else now. Because I don’t know what to say. How to describe the confused thoughts of anger, pain, sorrow. Want to rush to Bombay/Mumbai now. Breathe its air. Make sure it’s still there. Touch, it, stroke it.
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Sometimes all this is so desapiring, and yet there is such a rage. Who could be feeding such hatred into these young people, their own religious leaders have said peace is fundamental to their philosophy?
I feel scared, in india people are scared. Life is so cheap here.
MG,
I first experienced blasts, terrorism and night vigils etc first hand in coimbatore in the 90′s. It is a miserable feeling to see your beloved city go through this. The fear psychosis, the helplessness, bemoaning deaths and then immediacy of things taking over until the next crisis hits. When will this madness stop, one wonders.
When the riots happened, when the blasts happened in the early nineties, there was hope that things like that would not happen again. You are right, we lurch from crisis to crisis.
Hugs
Thank you
@Anjali – so aptly put: life is so cheap here. The maximum casualties are from the VT station where ordinary folk taking a ride home were gunned down. We’re only hearing of the mighty rich who escaped and the ones who dint. Don’t mean to say any one deserves this, but will say that this incident will remain in public memory much longer because of its high-profile impact.
MG – warm hug. And like your namesake city, don’t give in to the despair.
Thanks. Trying not to. I just hope a phoenix will rise out of the ashes.
MG, I can’t believe how much anger I have against Pakistan right now. Even though I know that ordinary Pakistani citizens are not to blame.
The most overwhelming feeling though, is of wanting to go back home. Home is ALWAYS Mumbai. That’s the one thing I’ve realised from this tragedy.
*hugs and loads of blessings*
i so know the feeling…
