Shaken and Stirred

This was actually supposed to be a continuation of my Travelogue to Mumbai. It is uncannily horrendous that the places I visited were the exact same spots that were subject to the gruesome terror attacks recently. I spent the saturday evening hanging around Gateway of India and admiring the beauty of the old Taj building. The last time I had been there in 1999, the new one was under construction.
The presence of elite and super rich people surrounding me with swanky cars, exquisite clothing and armed with the latest cameras was a totally different scenario from the foreign crowd one usually encounters in Goan beaches. Dressed like hippies, mostly doped or high on beer and wearing an odd assortment of clothes with extremely bad skin, freckled and dirty hair colour is the sight that greets you in Goa. Nah, it wasnt that at all in Mumbai. There was a wedding reception underway at the Taj and the wedding parties were bedecked in diamonds. A long line of curious onlookers and horse-driven carriages welcomed the baraat. Everyone was anticipating some celebrity. Loads of street-hawkers selling chana, fancy keyrings and jelly snakes, mobile photographers thrusting their pictorial accomplishments right under your nose and the snaky crowd of people rushing to get a place in the jetty to book a place on a boat to get to see the coastline were spread in the quadrangle area near the Gateway which was itself under renovation. There is a board with Mumbai written next to it. I thought of the famed city-spirit, the fact that this is the very region that pumps money into the rest of the country. I was just looking around in awe.

Curiously enough, my reason to visit that part of Mumbai was the fact that my exam center was in Colaba. I drove around the causeway, excitedly looking at Leopold’s having read about it in many works of fiction. I also read the engraving on the Nariman house ‘Chabad Lubvitch Movement’ and asked my dad what it was about. The whole area was full of old Parsi buildings and one could see many travellers around it. I did not know then what it actually was. But the names being funny, I was pretty sure they were Jews. The place was crowded, hep and happening. Regal cinema, Metro cinema, the numerous shops, all filled with saturday evening shoppers. Leopold’s was extra full and mostly filled with foreigners.

The sunday was rather uneventful with my exam finishing in the afternoon and the two of us headed to Bandra to do some shopping. The rest of my mumbai trip was spent in the bandstand and Powai with me heading for Goa the next day. What I was about to read on a thursday morning, shook me pretty badly, as it did to the rest of the country.

I was welcomed by a string of “WTF Mumbai “, “OMG TERRORISTS”, “FUCK TERRORISTS” gtalk status messages on thursday morning as I logged in. As I keyed in the link to the news site, the news I read seemed right out of a hindi movie. To see the very same places ( including CST, I had reached Mumbai from Goa by train and was recieved by my dad in CST on Friday morning), burning in flames and under fire from terrorists was too much to be true. As news poured in the situation only got worse. The rest we all know was updated minute by minute on blogs, newschannels etc.

So the question on everyone’s mind is “How much is too much?”. This time the terrorists have chosen not to hit the common man, but the very elite, housed in grand luxury hotels, often the source of huge businesses running into millions of dollars. They have chosen to fire point blank at our economic hub, the financial captial. Not only us, but also irked the ire of the Jewish community killing their priest and hundreds of other innocent hotel staff. Clearly, we are not going to tolerate another series of statements, just figures printed in bold about the death toll and strong words of reassurance from the government. I know, my sentiments are being echoed around the country in hundreds of reports, websites, twitters, blogs and forums. It is anger, it is extreme hate.

I personally think it is high time we stop being diplomatic and actually point fingers irrespective of consequence. Our security needs to be beefed up to the par of countries surviving in terror zones. We are no different from the war-raved countries anymore. Surviving in constant fear and threat of attacks is no longer permissible. As Indians, we believe in “Sab theek ho jayega” policy. But this has clearly crossed the limits. I think the testing times for the people of the country, the goverment and the security forces has started. Only results will tell how successful this administration is. How successful and strong the people are in rooting out terror from amongst their midst by constant vigilance, lookout and care.

The terror has not ended. It has just begun.


One thought on “Shaken and Stirred

  1. It starts with emotion, just a few days after the carnage. News channels with glaring headlines about the inaction of the govt and papers screaming for results of the investigation. Then time heals these wounds to a certain extent, and erases the memories of the so called guardians of citizens. They catch a few people they think might be involved. Human rights activists from various communities campaign for their humane treatment. allege torture and prejudiced treatment of a particular community. Some politician makes it an election issue. It is all forgotten after the elections.
    Is this about the November 2008 Mumbai attack ?
    Not necessarily. Batla House encounter. delhi blasts. Jaipur blasts. ahd blasts. guwahati. Bangalore. Mumbai train blasts. and the list goes on.
    Perhaps, like the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, the fact that the high society has been hit directly will set things in motion.
    This sort of thing,however, is getting dangerously cliched, i fear.

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