Salaam bombay..
The events of the last week have...
1.Spoilt my mood...considerably..
2.Made me wonder..'It could so easily have been me...'
3.Made me question some very fundamental beliefs i have had..for years now...
4.And our callousness...and...our ability to continue living a normal life...while people die...everyday...around us...kashmir,lebanon,israel...and now bombay..again..
5.Confused me...ki...all it took for bombay to bounce back...was 4 hrs..4 hrs...after the blasts...the trains were back on WR..and they hadnt even stopped..on CR and harbour lines...
A heartless city...or a bull-headed one ??
Whatever...salaam bombay..
I thot i had lost the ability to be surprised by events...
And...Bombay and I have had a love-hate relationship..
But..mygod ! does it continue to amaze me,or wot !
A Silent tribute to all my dead comrades...
I have been the recepient of dhakkas...and affection..both at the same time..on those coaches...
From Fat gujjus that i used to elbow,cos that was the only way to counter their girth...
To...receiving Tirupati prasad from complete strangers..inspite of trying to confuse them by saying.."I'm a muslim !"
I am sure i have met atleast a few of those souls who passed away in that instant..And on behalf of them,i ask..
My question is the "Why ?"
And not the "Who ?"
Why ? What made you do this ? What pushed you to the edge ? Was it so horrible an experience for you...that you were willing to place a bomb in a packed train ? Revenge ?
chodo..yaar...doesnt matter...they are dead...
And their family cant be consoled...it's a loss that they will be burdened with,for life..
Simply cos,he was just trying to reach home...as soon as he possibly could..
Bombay will bounce back...bcos,it is bombay,after all...
And..it doesnt have the time for punishments,and courts,and revenge..
Time is money...money is time....and thats all that matters...
Character...and spirit...comes somewhere in between...
a generous sprinkling of it...
Salaam bombay....