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I love Bombay. I love it more than Chennai. These attacks have disturbed me more than the others ones. Why? This attack was on the very symbols that were sacred to me. Many lives, yes. But the ideals that were struck made Mumbai bleed.
This is a city which has made men out of boys. Corporate czars, Bollywood actors, Lawyers, Writers, Painters, Doctors, Criminals, Daabawallahs…so many people owe their lives to this city. Go back to the 60’s when Adi Godrej was picking locks by the pavement. Not many places in the world, work is guarantee for success not a bank. It quotes a price, you pay it and it gives you a life. Mumbai is honest. Ashok Kapur and Sabina Sehgal would have agreed with that.
People know their job and they expect you to know yours’. It’s the world which Adam Smith was talking about, where the produce is earned by sweat of the brow. Mumbai is efficient. Karkare,Salaskar and Kamte would have agreed with that.
The VT, the Taj, Nariman Point, Gateway of India…these monuments are all testament to its strength. They are icons of a spectacular city. It’s a thing of beauty every morning and evening. They are buildings which smile at you even when you are in the worst of your moods. Leopold’s Café. Will I ever get it anywhere else in India? Impossible. Mumbai is beautiful. All 193 people would have agreed with that.
Rich and the poor. For a city that sees Dharavi and Cuffe parade, Mumbai is extremely peaceful. Co-existence defines Bombay. People take everything in their stride. Mumbai is hospitable.
Maybe, it should not be anymore. It should keep the best and kick the rest. When you see the best businessmen, actors, painters, musicians, writers, Doctors, lawyer, crooks…why should it have the worst politicians presiding over them? Mumbai needs better. This city has given a lot to the world.
Now, Mumbai is bleeding. It is a question you have to ask yourself. A ‘someone’ takes care of you, gives you food for the mouth and the mind, gives you hope for the future, gives you ethics for your business, and gives you opportunities to achieve and more. ‘Motherland’, that’s what they call that ‘someone’. This time that oft used bad hindi word was spoken with a meaning and direction. How would you want to react?
An excerpt from a brilliant tamil movie ‘Kannathil MuthamiIttal’. A little girl asks at the end of the movie.
‘Eppo pa por Mudiyum, sollu? Eppo pa…’
(‘When will the war get over..when will it get over?’)
I have no hope, none whatsoever that it ever will. I believe in the upper-hand.
Suketu Mehta’s Op-Ed piece in the New York Times.
Dilip D’souza, writes about the scene around him in the Washinton Post.
Naresh Fernandes in The New Republic . (See also his piece on Jews in Bombay)
And these pieces, on their blogs, by Amit Varma, Sonia Faleiro and Rahul Bhatia.
And these three by Prem Panicker: Respiro Ergo Sum, An Officer and a Gentleman and a Moron, The End Game. (the latter two link to some excellent stuff as well)
And this, by Ingrid Srinath . Gnani’s piece
Amazing pictures from reuters.