Another attack. The Taj, the Trident and Colaba under attack. Add to it the blasts and firings at GT, Cama hospitals and the taxi at Vile Parle. Physically, there has been a death count of about 200- police and civilians included, whereas the injured number a mighty 300-plus. Heritage structures mutilated, and property lost along with irreplaceable lives. Here we see the picture of the city of Mumbai broken in its proudest junctures, at a time when it is rising to global scales which no other city in India has achieved, and still staring with wide eyed surprise at the encounter with terror it has faced.
Here we see the picture of a city whose famed ‘spirit’ has evaporate in the dark clouds of terror, discrimination, politics, and blood of the innocent. The first three factors can be termed as evil without batting an eyelid, but the last- it signifies the undue and unfair quota that is included in the foursome of the darkness that envelopes the city at this hour.
The ‘spirit’ of Mumbai, they say, is resilient and can help the citizens overcome any disaster that comes its way. What people overlook is that here, every citizen has no choice, but to put the past behind them. In the rush for basics of food, shelter and education, the Mumbaikar has to, without an option, work like there has been nothing wrong in their life. Mindlessly, machine-like. The city doesn’t bounce back from the shackles; it smudges its past experiences into its history and works for the uncertain future. All this so that if one day any of their loved ones do disappear in flames of terror, they still have the means to continue life- an incomplete, lonely life.
This attack has rendered the spirit of Mumbai helpless, aghast with the feeling that even though they live in a metro that never sleeps, someone has infiltrated what should be the most secure points in the city. It would be a pity, or a blemish on the pride of Mumbaikars, if in three days’ time, life were to resume to normal pace, with reports about the blasts occupying the first page today, the second in three further days, and slip into the oblivion like every other terrorizing attack does. We claim to be a proud country, but we aren’t too sure if what we are proud of still exists.
A reality check would do the country good. Are we proud of our past, our struggle for independence? Well the youngest person to be alive when the country was in foreign clutches would today be 61 years old, a senior citizen past retirement. It’s the past, and as much as the country did show unprecedented valour at that point, let us face the fact that we aren’t living up to the India our forefathers would thought we’d live to value. Are we proud of our culture? Then why is it that today parents resort to slip into the friend’s shoes, that teachers are no longer paid good respect to, and that the original forms of art, science and literature have now vanished? Are we proud of our farmers, our fruitful land? Please explain the resorting of suicides by farmers. Are we proud of the army? Then why are they underpaid? If we have overcome discrimination, why do communities fight to prove themselves backward? What are we oozing patriotism in movies for?
Let us face the truth. We haven’t gained self respect in our independent era. The glory we revel in is brought to us by our forefathers, and we have done nothing to increase it. Success and fame is not something Indians can handle, only because as a country we are used to being slow, bent, and backwards. Hundreds of people lose their lives every year due to some freak mishap which we title ‘terrorism’ and ‘condemned’, and do nothing about. In our history of 10,000 years, India hasn’t invaded a single country. Be it for the sake of egoistic expansion, ruling might, war, revenge. We are too used to bending backwards to make way for others to go ahead. The ahimnsa strategy has showed up as a lame pretext to not bear the load of asserting ourselves and then facing the opposition, like true heroes.
Where does the Saare Jahaan Se Achha brigade lead us now?
People die like mosquitoes in the country every year due to our ‘condemned’ terrorism maladies, yet we plead for peace, and rational thought. Why aren’t we ever on the offensive? Why do we get stomped out? Today we strive to achieve American acceptance, every decision requires the stamp of approval by the US. But why would that happen if our minds are still moulded in the ‘atithi devo bhava’ clamp? Take the example of ‘9/11’ or Daniel Pearl. Two buildings collapsed, one reporter murdered, and the country announces war. No second thoughts, no permissions- only revenge. And whether or not they are successful in their motives is another question. What matters is that no country looks at them without thinking twice. And here we are, asking for negotiations. A thousand lives negotiated. How neat.
Our politically correct attitude makes our disasters come into American perspective- the recent bombings are the ‘9/11 of India’. The statement that rubbishes India’s identity as a nation that is not American. Why isn’t it 26/11? Our heritage monument is hurt, and we say, ‘Just like America?’ It’s sad that India has to live by American standards, and it has begun to believe that we actually are a part of the Superpower and not one ourselves.
I’ve mentioned the system in a collective term, as in ‘we’, ‘our’, ‘us’ etc, because when something goes wrong in the country, and the government is blamed, we forget that it is we who decide who rules. We are as responsible (or irresponsible) for the lack of effective governance.
What I ask for here, is a revamp. A government that is more a company working for collective gains than political.
All I ask for here, is that the sacrifice of those people who died in the attack be avenged, duly, strongly, and in a way the world remembers that India is not one to live with a subdues identity and a bowed head, anymore.
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Drugs and all..
MTV wassup caught me the day before yesterday, and tadaa! I was on TV yesterday!
it's about the drug racket actually...240 kids in a club held for drug detection. Kudos beta-log! Thou hast made a generation of kids who sincerely need to party victim of unnecessary suspicion from parents and all elders alike.
I wouldn't know if drugs were inches of me, you know. This humdrum happened in Juhu, very much the place my darling college is, and I think had it not been exam season a lot of people from my college would've been in the lot. Where on earth do these guys get to lay their hands on that load? How do they even consider snuffing anyway?
Takes us to the point of stereotyping- Rich kids, more drugs/smoking/whatever. Am I all that wrong when I say that the rich babbus are max in the oppsy list? Like, how many middle-class people do you find hanging out in clubs in the first place, let alone be caught with drugs? No offense intended (what the heck, this is MY blog!), but isn't not being able to afford a lot of things a blessing in disguise? I mean, when you can't afford it, you don't plunge in the first place. So the 'vicious' circle doesn't start.
This dude (really sorry, but what's your name again?) from MTV asked me if police raids are the way out of drug abuse. Urrgh, no. It's like, it's a good way, though very severe, to detect where all such activities are happening, then upto family, friends, pets, dhobis, kaamwali baai's to call for rehab. Police = diagnosis, rehab = solution. And awareness of course, though I think a lotta kids are getting their heads sorted. People know what's right and what's not. It's will, if you ask me.
I still don't know if any of my friends smoke up and all, but here's something:
I have a friend who comes from a reserved family in Borivali, he is very strong about his religious ideas, cried around for every mark in the paper, studies hard- but was the first to get absolutely, and I mean absolutely stoned at the Freshers' Party. Enough to go home and call his Grandmum 'sexy'.
And there's another, who carries an iPhone in his pocket, drives around in the city, has piercings, comes from the richest of schools, has super-liberal parents, eats non-veg despite of being a Brahmin, but doesn't see the point in doping. We're often asked why we don't smoke/booze. He says, "I don't think I'm missing out on anything. There're other ways of getting high, like try laughing till your sides ache".
Who is the stronger one?
What are principles?
Are we judging too shallow?
Till then, happy Dassehra. May all evil scramble out of your life like me when I see Prof. Srivastava entering the college.
it's about the drug racket actually...240 kids in a club held for drug detection. Kudos beta-log! Thou hast made a generation of kids who sincerely need to party victim of unnecessary suspicion from parents and all elders alike.
I wouldn't know if drugs were inches of me, you know. This humdrum happened in Juhu, very much the place my darling college is, and I think had it not been exam season a lot of people from my college would've been in the lot. Where on earth do these guys get to lay their hands on that load? How do they even consider snuffing anyway?
Takes us to the point of stereotyping- Rich kids, more drugs/smoking/whatever. Am I all that wrong when I say that the rich babbus are max in the oppsy list? Like, how many middle-class people do you find hanging out in clubs in the first place, let alone be caught with drugs? No offense intended (what the heck, this is MY blog!), but isn't not being able to afford a lot of things a blessing in disguise? I mean, when you can't afford it, you don't plunge in the first place. So the 'vicious' circle doesn't start.
This dude (really sorry, but what's your name again?) from MTV asked me if police raids are the way out of drug abuse. Urrgh, no. It's like, it's a good way, though very severe, to detect where all such activities are happening, then upto family, friends, pets, dhobis, kaamwali baai's to call for rehab. Police = diagnosis, rehab = solution. And awareness of course, though I think a lotta kids are getting their heads sorted. People know what's right and what's not. It's will, if you ask me.
I still don't know if any of my friends smoke up and all, but here's something:
I have a friend who comes from a reserved family in Borivali, he is very strong about his religious ideas, cried around for every mark in the paper, studies hard- but was the first to get absolutely, and I mean absolutely stoned at the Freshers' Party. Enough to go home and call his Grandmum 'sexy'.
And there's another, who carries an iPhone in his pocket, drives around in the city, has piercings, comes from the richest of schools, has super-liberal parents, eats non-veg despite of being a Brahmin, but doesn't see the point in doping. We're often asked why we don't smoke/booze. He says, "I don't think I'm missing out on anything. There're other ways of getting high, like try laughing till your sides ache".
Who is the stronger one?
What are principles?
Are we judging too shallow?
Till then, happy Dassehra. May all evil scramble out of your life like me when I see Prof. Srivastava entering the college.
Down under
Aussies are deranged mongloids.No, i'm not a possessed cricket fan who prays for the well-being of the team every morning, its just a lil fact, which i'm sure will make even you agree with my say here.
harbhajan batting, or bowling or watevah..see i dont even know when the incidence happened. Andrew symmonds, who by now every conscious Indian has something against, passes him. Bhajji the great says something like 'teri maa ki' to the hairball.
if this incidence were to happen in our country, between two adults playing a crucial, tending to violent game of cricket, as were the circumstances in the above instance, such a statement,'teri maa ki', would have lead to the abuser as well as the abused being thrashed to death by the opponent teams.We are all mother worshippers, and hence, even a suggestion of an anti-momma word would definitely land someone in the hospital.As you all should know, what follows after the 'ki' in the 'teri maa ki' isn't the nicest thing to say abt anyone, least of all a mother.
case in point: mr.symmonds.i think he needs a haircut.or mebbe its his earhair we can see growing out..but whatever the growth is,its definitely addled his hearing ability.because as you oughta know unless you've been in a coma for the past week, andrew heard 'MONKEY'.
monkey??teri monkey??for goodness' sake, symmonds,no one gets racially offended if you abuse your non-existent pet monkey. or may be you do own one.but that's not the point. and racial??why on earth would someone call you a 'monkey' to abuse you,and bless you dear, no one from India, let alone our exhuberant Punjab, leaves it at monkey. and pray tell me, how does tht become racial?so we all are descendants of monkeys..
daa!!there it is!he thought harbhajan was abusing his ancestors!!..but i guess he went a lil deaf when hearing which one though.
Or may be, jus maybe, because they live on an isolated landmass, they feel really lonely and act this way when in company of humans.If i see ponting jumping about demented with joy at another victory,i'll be expecting him to carry his babies in a pouch next time.
Mr.Kumble, forgiveness is all divine,but make it clear they shouldn't act human to our god-likes, and err again.
and the cricket body is dumb enough to make this a case.sometimes i cant help but nod when they say the country's going to the dogs, or may be monkeys.what if they'd known wat the right thing was?but it still doesnt matter..'b******s' wasn't to offensive for them.
advise to harbhajan: your one lucky dog/monkey...(will i be sued for this??please do that, i could do with not answering a few papers.)
harbhajan batting, or bowling or watevah..see i dont even know when the incidence happened. Andrew symmonds, who by now every conscious Indian has something against, passes him. Bhajji the great says something like 'teri maa ki' to the hairball.
if this incidence were to happen in our country, between two adults playing a crucial, tending to violent game of cricket, as were the circumstances in the above instance, such a statement,'teri maa ki', would have lead to the abuser as well as the abused being thrashed to death by the opponent teams.We are all mother worshippers, and hence, even a suggestion of an anti-momma word would definitely land someone in the hospital.As you all should know, what follows after the 'ki' in the 'teri maa ki' isn't the nicest thing to say abt anyone, least of all a mother.
case in point: mr.symmonds.i think he needs a haircut.or mebbe its his earhair we can see growing out..but whatever the growth is,its definitely addled his hearing ability.because as you oughta know unless you've been in a coma for the past week, andrew heard 'MONKEY'.
monkey??teri monkey??for goodness' sake, symmonds,no one gets racially offended if you abuse your non-existent pet monkey. or may be you do own one.but that's not the point. and racial??why on earth would someone call you a 'monkey' to abuse you,and bless you dear, no one from India, let alone our exhuberant Punjab, leaves it at monkey. and pray tell me, how does tht become racial?so we all are descendants of monkeys..
daa!!there it is!he thought harbhajan was abusing his ancestors!!..but i guess he went a lil deaf when hearing which one though.
Or may be, jus maybe, because they live on an isolated landmass, they feel really lonely and act this way when in company of humans.If i see ponting jumping about demented with joy at another victory,i'll be expecting him to carry his babies in a pouch next time.
Mr.Kumble, forgiveness is all divine,but make it clear they shouldn't act human to our god-likes, and err again.
and the cricket body is dumb enough to make this a case.sometimes i cant help but nod when they say the country's going to the dogs, or may be monkeys.what if they'd known wat the right thing was?but it still doesnt matter..'b******s' wasn't to offensive for them.
advise to harbhajan: your one lucky dog/monkey...(will i be sued for this??please do that, i could do with not answering a few papers.)
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