MY LIFE DOESN’T GO ON……….
I love Mumbai and I HATE the fact that my life went on even while the city was besieged with terrorists .I have lost a lot in every attack that my city has witnessed- my innocence of well being , my assurance that the government would look after me and the notion that I am safe in my city. The dead bodies that I saw in 2003 shattered the belief that Mumbai was where I would reach my destiny; the fatality of it all was on display as the pigeons that fluttered at gateway lay dead at my feet. The hatred that the terrorists display towards me as a citizen of independent India is incomprehensible to me; so also the helpless of the people I elect to protect me while they move around with black commandos in Z+ security. Yes, as the home minister of the state said that in such big cities these incidents are common; yes they are because we except them to be. What is important to address is why the citizen should continue with normal life to show that the terrorist has not defeated my city, my spirit is broken though not displayed so they have won anyway. No amount of pride for the nation can bring back our warrior dead and the innocent citizenry that lost their lives in this attack and thumbs up signs just go on to show that there has be a temporary stay in the carnage of innocence.
I am tried of being strong and taking relief in the fact that my immediate family survived and now feel guilty for not taking the place of those that did for no fault of theirs. These days I fell like telling the terrorists that go ahead and kill me- do it but do not make me live in a city where every day is dogged with a sense of anxiousness that my family may not make it for dinner. My dear ones are in the firing line each and every day- taking the trains to their workplace, visiting restaurants and shopping at public spaces, how do I tell them not to. My keepers ie the government can afford to have air conditioned cars taking them to work, high level of security at the Mantralaya and shopping done abroad but I don’t have those options neither do those that are dear to me.
I knew some of those that fell to the bullets of the terrorists this time and a lot of them did not sign up to be heroes as their little ones waited for them at home. How did their life lose significance for me or this government that they elected? My life doesn’t go on and I need help…..i have no qualms admitting that the terrorists won as my government failed in protecting its citizenry and shame on them for bringing me to such a position. I empathize with those who lost their dear ones in the recent attack and stand beside them and refuse to be brave and lead a normal life.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
MY LIFE DOESN’T GO ON……….
MY LIFE DOESN’T GO ON……….
I love Mumbai and I HATE the fact that my life went on even while the city was besieged with terrorists .I have lost a lot in every attack that my city has witnessed- my innocence of well being , my assurance that the government would look after me and the notion that I am safe in my city. The dead bodies that I saw in 2003 shattered the belief that Mumbai was where I would reach my destiny; the fatality of it all was on display as the pigeons that fluttered at gateway lay dead at my feet. The hatred that the terrorists display towards me as a citizen of independent India is incomprehensible to me; so also the helpless of the people I elect to protect me while they move around with black commandos in Z+ security. Yes, as the home minister of the state said that in such big cities these incidents are common; yes they are because we except them to be. What is important to address is why the citizen should continue with normal life to show that the terrorist has not defeated my city, my spirit is broken though not displayed so they have won anyway. No amount of pride for the nation can bring back our warrior dead and the innocent citizenry that lost their lives in this attack and thumbs up signs just go on to show that there has be a temporary stay in the carnage of innocence.
I am tried of being strong and taking relief in the fact that my immediate family survived and now feel guilty for not taking the place of those that did for no fault of theirs. These days I fell like telling the terrorists that go ahead and kill me- do it but do not make me live in a city where every day is dogged with a sense of anxiousness that my family may not make it for dinner. My dear ones are in the firing line each and every day- taking the trains to their workplace, visiting restaurants and shopping at public spaces, how do I tell them not to. My keepers ie the government can afford to have air conditioned cars taking them to work, high level of security at the Mantralaya and shopping done abroad but I don’t have those options neither do those that are dear to me.
I knew some of those that fell to the bullets of the terrorists this time and a lot of them did not sign up to be heroes as their little ones waited for them at home. How did their life lose significance for me or this government that they elected? My life doesn’t go on and I need help…..i have no qualms admitting that the terrorists won as my government failed in protecting its citizenry and shame on them for bringing me to such a position. I empathize with those who lost their dear ones in the recent attack and stand beside them and refuse to be brave and lead a normal life.
I love Mumbai and I HATE the fact that my life went on even while the city was besieged with terrorists .I have lost a lot in every attack that my city has witnessed- my innocence of well being , my assurance that the government would look after me and the notion that I am safe in my city. The dead bodies that I saw in 2003 shattered the belief that Mumbai was where I would reach my destiny; the fatality of it all was on display as the pigeons that fluttered at gateway lay dead at my feet. The hatred that the terrorists display towards me as a citizen of independent India is incomprehensible to me; so also the helpless of the people I elect to protect me while they move around with black commandos in Z+ security. Yes, as the home minister of the state said that in such big cities these incidents are common; yes they are because we except them to be. What is important to address is why the citizen should continue with normal life to show that the terrorist has not defeated my city, my spirit is broken though not displayed so they have won anyway. No amount of pride for the nation can bring back our warrior dead and the innocent citizenry that lost their lives in this attack and thumbs up signs just go on to show that there has be a temporary stay in the carnage of innocence.
I am tried of being strong and taking relief in the fact that my immediate family survived and now feel guilty for not taking the place of those that did for no fault of theirs. These days I fell like telling the terrorists that go ahead and kill me- do it but do not make me live in a city where every day is dogged with a sense of anxiousness that my family may not make it for dinner. My dear ones are in the firing line each and every day- taking the trains to their workplace, visiting restaurants and shopping at public spaces, how do I tell them not to. My keepers ie the government can afford to have air conditioned cars taking them to work, high level of security at the Mantralaya and shopping done abroad but I don’t have those options neither do those that are dear to me.
I knew some of those that fell to the bullets of the terrorists this time and a lot of them did not sign up to be heroes as their little ones waited for them at home. How did their life lose significance for me or this government that they elected? My life doesn’t go on and I need help…..i have no qualms admitting that the terrorists won as my government failed in protecting its citizenry and shame on them for bringing me to such a position. I empathize with those who lost their dear ones in the recent attack and stand beside them and refuse to be brave and lead a normal life.
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