Wednesday, 26th Nov ’08. It was a day when my eyes preferred permanent blackout, my same ears, for a moment, yearned for a lifelong breakdown. For a moment I felt the ‘dreamy’ life has transcribed into sort of a nightmarish one. These feelings went on till the next three days, still continuing as a dreadful aftermath of witnessing gallons of blood, stocks of innocent fleshes with bones popping out disdainfully forming an array, of listening to helpless screams and wails to the clonking of grenades and guns. A day when the great city tarnished its image of being a great host to many people far and wide by turning up this time as a hostage instead, to a battery of religious fanatics whom we call- TERRORISTS. Once again terrorism had unveiled its gorgonsque face to rock the city of Mumbai. The pain was excruciating and very deep within me to see my city burning, to live for more than 50 hours with fear and dread of seeing the iconic landmarks like Taj, Oberoi and all in rubbles and ashes, a thing which I cant imagine even in the slightest of my wildest whims.

A layman would compare Mumbai to an old countryside healthy mango tree teeming with ripe riches which lures children to hurl stones at it. Whatever it is, I can see a quite sequestered yet an apparent justice in this comparison for time and time again Mumbai, being the country’s financial hub, has always been a target of all these cowardly under-developed urchins burning with jealousy, after all on being citizens to economically down sliding nations frustrated of being victims of a failure in their efforts of emulating an almost completely developed nation like ours and primarily, who have often ruthlessly crossed the threshold parameters of so called loyalties towards their religion which is the outcome of their rather ugly and pathetic upbringing and hereditary which hates humanity by light years’ distance! Its hard to believe and digest the horrendous fact that the city was a victim of a youth unit with its members belonging to an age group of mid and early-twenties. The real shadows behind them are the real master evil-minded and grey-haired lunatics who conduct religious preaches and ill direct these young minds and program their brains in the process to bring out mass destruction of everything they feel are halting their ‘progress’. Their minds are totally obsessed with their religionist ill-philosophies, lost in its deep wilderness. Once in, these mislead and confused youths wouldn’t be able to come back out of this mazy mentality. All they want is to create panic and fear among other communities and they do this with no mercy and limits. After all they are a group of young rustics who foolishly get mislead to even embrace death which is better in one sense that their bodies would at least get relieved of such an already dead and aimless souls. Its quite shocking to know that they have a diploma like and full time courses to choose between for aspiring militants provided with a syllabi including principles of handling grenades, sophisticated guns, weapons, AK-47s and its latest versions, of course with hands-on training sessions as well! Why such meticulous preparations? Why are they actually wasting their needful resources of money, energy and time for their largely undefined missions and futile attempts? Instead they could have used all these for the development of their nation as a citizen which in turn would definitely help in fulfilling their relevant religious demands as well if any.

These are their problems, which a human being with little humanity wont sympathetically draw an insight into, which we should actually just care-a-damn. These youths may be a misguided and confused lot by their predecessors. But their deeds are too heinous to spare even a nano-iota of a thought for them, even less than that. When the entire India and other countries as well laud NSG commandos, Indian army and all for their rather unbelievably courageous operations and heartfelt involvement, I wonder how would the slain terrorists’ mentors and counterparts be taking the total outcome as. Back in their land they may hail them as ‘religious martyrs’, tributes may flow for these people who ‘sacrificed’ (aimlessly and shamelessly) their lives which also I deeply doubt since tribute and honour are words associated with humans and humanity and not with cannibals and cannibalism . These parasitic, ugly and egregious beings are undignified intruders into otherwise rather peaceful human life and a country’s strategised developmental visions and constructive missions.

But was it a victorious outing for terrorists this time around? The blasts of 1993, which left more than 200 dead had become an international affair. The hangover of the financial, political and infrastructural loses it accounted lasted very long. Inspite of the hard blow, the main accused are still either enjoying the luxurial shades provided by another country, absconding and some even relaxing in the limelight arena. This signifies the backboneless Indian legal and judiciary systems. This laid back spineless attitude have backlashed us with frequent blasts after that dreadful Friday, again in Mumbai, Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Delhi, Jaipur, Assam etc until the latest one which traumatized our nation and once again Mumbai being at the receiving end. Perhaps this was more lethal and fatal of the both outrageous of terrorist attacks in Mumbai or by all means in our country. This certainly had all the dreadful ingredients along with 9/11 of USA to go down as the worst ever militant attacks. This was more of a war between the whole of India and terrorists certainly first of its kind, ever, in the world history which lasted for around 60 long and highly petrified hours, face to face battle between our security units and the militants and that too aired on TV live! Question still remains- who won ultimately? Its difficult to answer. Our NSG commandos did what they could, what mortal but superior human beings could do, what they had been assigned of in shortest possible time. But hasn’t the terrorists too done what they were assigned of? They rattled the country’s most luxurious hotels, a world heritage railway station, an old Israeli stronghold building and wrecked havoc with lives of 14 policemen, some great NSG commandos and more than 180 innocents with their spraying guns and thundering grenades apart from blowing up 2 cabs. They didn’t spare women, elderly lot, even infants. They attacked and killed everything that moved before them even the dumb stray dogs! But for these bravadoes, there were no further casualties. People were literally caught unawares, a truly unprecedented and unexpected of gruesome attacks. The soothing and twinkling jingles of the beer glasses and the carousals were suddenly replaced by loud explosions and helpless yells. How could hotels which boast of such top class security and a strictly Jewish residential set-up let terrorists in? I would say our city was caught napping which exposed the fragile porosity of its security forces. The CST attacks and the taxi explosions were surely a part of their dirty distraction tactics where in the common unarmed people could do very much nothing. But these iconic areas which were actually their prime targets are often the hangout centers for some of the world’s dignified and privileged lot. So a highly alert security forces is an obvious and logical expectation.

Its easier said than done. But as every Indian felt as the gun battle waged across our city, I also have a strong feeling within that enough is enough. The demon some head of terrorism in our country has to be severed forever on a permanent basis. But how? I would like to say this is perhaps the best opportunity and the benchmark required to end this evil and anti-social element. This is the only and the golden chance. The world is with us as some of them lost their hapless victims in the bloodshed add to a new rule in the world’s super power, all set to arrive, which hates atrocities, which really promises a lot to me. It is time to unite with the world to fight this evil before it strikes again. Not once or twice in fact many times Mumbai had to face the atrocities totally uncalled for. Nationwide people speak about Mumbai’s unflagging and the undaunting spirit. Our never say die attitude has won hearts globally. True. But its this spirited attitude of the common people keeping hopes of Mumbai afloat and alive. Politicians are proving themselves though unknowingly, to be absolute weeds doing nothing. Its their casual attitude which is more problematic and a headache issue for us. They love their own backyards, their comfort zones to which they are always confined to. Listening to certain politicians of Mumbai after this dramatic turnarounds was a heartbreaking experience for me. The casualness with which they played down the entire incident were shocking and truly aghastful. Thanks to the media before whom nobody can remain unexposed in today’s times, a strong noose of wrath and frustrations are lying quite treacherously around the necks of these politicians. Their fates would now be decided by people but with more frankness and bluntness never seen before. The ignominy the people of our country had to face is very much attributed substantially, to these ‘page 3’ politicians of Mumbai. Some of them should realize that this isn’t just Maharashtra’s issue, this is every Indian’s problem. these people are truly the Hindu counterparts of these terrorists but in a very small scale. They bring about vandalisms in the name of developing Mumbai which they believe is the land only to Maharashtrians or to some extend Hindus. Mumbai is today what it is because of the cosmopolite life it has. Tatas, Birlas and Godrejs are the ones who made Mumbai what it is today. Their contributions are vast and still unsurpassed. So why then have such a unjustified bias when one is completely dependent on someone? Mumbai was snatched back from the cults of the terrorists by a group of fearless patriotic individuals which had everyone from North, South, East and West, not just Maharashtrians. After all where was that guy responsible for triggering all those communal riots whom I would call a modern day ‘Godse’ during these attacks? Perhaps cooling heels at home……Its not about Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs, Parsis or Jains. Its about our country India, about humanity. Its about living in harmony with no mutual discrimination in the name of caste, creed, sect or even colour. These communal disharmonies may be what is encouraging for these chancy terrorizing predators always on a look out, to prey on us. We all should take these attacks as an insult and a total annihilation of our image, prestige and our country’s secularism. Criticisms apart this is the time when our country needs to see the back of these faulty leaderships and bring out in unison with other nations, an effective campaign to stop these set of individuals who go on a rampage in the name of religion. Apart from religious fanaticism, I feel even unemployment too has a role in discouraging youth who easily give up, to go for all this. This is another problem to be tackled with which I feel is quite difficult now at these wee hours of global recessions. But the most important thing now , as Mr. Sashi Tharoor had mentioned in one of his articles on the same issue, is not to lose Mumbai’s characteristic knack of keeping the spirits high as ever. This spirit within all of us has always been the impetus and the driving force to carry this great city’s history and legacy unscathed. This is the city which is always on the move and indefatigable ever, which never gives up and would never surely not to these cowardly extremists.

This week was all about crashes and thrashes, bones and bloods, screeches and shrieks. A week when violence and inhumanity were at its very dominant best. Each and every Indian was glued to their TV sets with their fingers crossed for all those who were suffering, for the commandoes who were relentlessly risking their own lives, for our own India. We were held hostages by waves of tensions which gave us anxious, chagrined and quivering moments till the last bullet was fired by our commandoes that found its way through the callous flesh of the last militant which terminated the pumps of his heartless heart and alleviated him of such a cursed life. Perhaps he would be blessed with a human life in the next birth or already might have been. The dust got settled. To mark the end of the war, to everyone’s surprise rains crashed onto the earth. The pure waters from heaven experienced a taste of impurity and adulteration when it merged with the pools of blood below. Perhaps somebody above forget to blow his conches.

A topographic view of the city would give the gravity with which the battle was fought. In the end humanity prevailed. Smiles returned back but even those were halfhearted ones. Time and time again the flashes of those wailing and craving for their near and dear ones fill the hearts with so much agony and pain never experienced before. Amidst all this one still stood gazing at the endless end of the Arabian sea, still with its lustrous head held high, still basking in its past glory of being ultra-royal. It would be repaired and restored but it has to stand there with irreparable tarnishes and chinks to its royal ego. But still its grace, grandeur and greatness would always remain unmatched, for that is what Mumbai’s Taj is known for whilst Iam waiting for a return back to my dreamy life, the Mumbai life as early as possible but subject to the longevity of my appalling hangover!!!!