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Reeling

It;s been two days since the terror attacks and Mumbai still seems to be reeling from the effects of the terror attacks. The anger and the rage is overflowing. People are displaying unabashed hatred for our politicians. And promises are being made of how we aren't going to take this lying down and how we're going to fight back.

But I'm a little bit cynical, I wonder how how long before we forget and move on to dealing with our daily lives, until the next time 180 people are killed and over 300 injured.

But at the same time I'm proud. Proud of the stories I'm hearing of people, who've saved multiple lives. Who risked their own lives for others. The stories are pouring in now and they're heartwarming especially the one of VD Zende, the announcer at CST, who saved hundreds of lives with his quick thinking and presence of mind. I've been going around telling everyone his story and his bravery ranks right up there with those of the NSG commandos and police for me.

What really pissed me off however was ATS chief Hemant Karkare's funeral. Politicians all around the country came out in support of him. Talking about what an honest, upright and brave cop he was. Convienently forgetting that they had been maligning him for the Malegaon blasts just sometime back.

And how ashamed I was of the people who stood outside Nariman House chanting slogans and cheering, but mostly doing their best to get on the TV cameras. Barkha Dutt described it as Mumbai's 'spirit', I on the other hand think of it as voyeurism of the worst kind. How can you celebrate at a time when people are mourning the loss of their loved ones. When an operation is being carried out and there's a chance that there might be a loss of more lives. Most of them were there in the hope of seeing a little bit of blood and gore and take part in something that they've only seen in films. After all, often real life is stranger than reel.

But something that really broke my heart was Orange Jammies post. That is exacty the way I feel about Bombay and what I love about it. How much I miss it when I'm away and how I can't imagine myself living away from the city for too long.

I hope and pray that the government finally wakes and gives us back our city.

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Ace said…
Talking about voyeurism, I noticed that the camera was constantly on Hemant Karkare's wife's face when they were shooting the funeral. One can't grieve without being on national television now? Tears sell!

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