This post is just a placeholder for a date in history. (Or it may be titled, if the city was a human)
I am not really in the frame of mind to write any blogpost. So this is not a blogpost as much as a tombstone. A graveyard marker -though in Indian thought and as hindus, we cremate and do not bury the dead. The idea being to set the soul free. Not hold it back with any physical reminders or emotional ones.
So who died. Well my city, Mumbai. Armed gunmen and terrorists held the city to ransom, randomly shooting and killing innocent citizens for no rhyme or reason while the administration and other citizens helplessly watched. Kinda like the school campus shootouts we read in the news that happens in US of A. And even as I type this the attacks and hostage situations are still on.
Now Mumbai is no longer this little seven islands town reclaimed to a city and populated by a happy vibrant migrant population with a legendary attitude and spirit. Today Mumbai shed it's humble origins and garb and joined the likes of Tokyo, London and New York. A global city -which wears terror attacks like a badge.
I hope all the politicians and the people who wanted to make Mumbai a global city are happy and proud. I can almost hear them posturing- People dead? Building burnt? Jobs lost? These things happen. It is a small price to pay for what we want to acheive!
Maybe if I shed 'old-fashioned sentimentality' for the city of my birth, I will celebrate too. But not today. Not yet.
Cos if we slip and slide away from the India shining story- then Mumbai will just join the legion of cities around the world known for bombings, terror and poverty.
This is death. And it may well be the re-defining moment for a re-incarnation. Based on past Karma- will it be re-born lower or higher is the question.
RIP Mumbai. I loved you. More than I expressed. More than words can ever say.
Update 1 : Home Minister of Maharashtra says almost to the T what I predicted in my post. "Bade bade Shaharon Mein Aisa Hota Hai."