A Wednesday - Terror in Mumbai (26/11/08) - The 9/11 of India

A Wednesday (26/11/08) - That is when it all started.
Today (28/11/08) yet again as I surf through the news channels and websites, my heart goes through another trauma. My heart pains to hear that terrorist once again came, took control, killed many and then themselves get killed.
The only Question that I as is why, why? Why did you kill people? What did you get by killing them? What point did you try to make?
Today, I feel no less than frustrated at the Political Smartness of our great “Mr. Prime Minister” who for once even couldn’t come together with the leader of the opposition. He preferred to take permission from our beloved (err….rather his beloved) “Sonia Ji” to come to Mumbai. God damn Prime minister.
How long can we bear the brunt and at what cost? Do we need another attack on the US of A – since that’s the only thing I see now that can bring the perpetrators of such heinous crimes to task. And when I say perpetrators let me be very clear here, I mean those bloddy ass****s – Pakistanis.
While I grieve today at the death of my fellow countrymen, I also feel proud for the Defence forces – The police (yes we may blame them for their corruption but they were the first to lose their captains), the Raf, the Army, the NSG, the Marcos and the Firemen. I would be rather apologetic in case I missed some names here. My heart goes out for them when I think of these martyrs who sacrificed their lives to save the hundreds.
Never had anything looked sexier than a “Balck Cat” commando jumping from the helicopter holding his sophisticated gun. And never did any bollywood hero look as cool as the Marcos in their “All Blacks”, forget the Will Smiths and hail the "Bearded Army"(Marcos are also called as - Dadiwali Fauj, Magarmacch - Crocodiles and Jal Murgi for their fearsome reputation). It really filled my heart with pride when I heard the “Vande Mataram” and other patriotic songs chanted by the people as a mark of respect for these “Bravehearts” and as a “Guard of Honour” for the “Sacrificial”.
Today I want to personally strangulate those bastards - who take my country to ransom, no matter who they are. I don’t know what I can or will do if I come face to face with these nincompoops, good for nothing “Jihadis” and their masters. But I do ‘Weave a Dream’ of doing something significant. When, how & where would be very trivial today. But I am sure I want to do something and will do something. After-all till when can we sit on our couches feeling handcuffed and frustrated by the rhetoric of the politicians and by their incompetency?
As I write this yet another post of mine, my friends and well wishers were already writhing about my Gtalk Status message. While no one in particular bought my opinion on what I wrote there, my humble suggestion to them would be to “Think Radically” at least once in our lives, that’s what the insurgents are doing isn’t it?
I know no one’s going to second what I write as a GTalk message or what I feel, I know they are kind of an extremist’s ranting, but at least let the aggression come out of you. I say let there be a “Common Uprising”.
A Wednesday (chk out the link)- That is when it will end.

My Home !! No more :'( :'(

Finally we ( my family) called it quits today - 19th Nov,08.
Probably we had never faced a more painful experience (barring the few deaths in the household) in our entire lives than leaving Renukoot, the place which will remain my hometown forever.
At least for me this was the most heart wrenching experience, I have ever had. Renukoot, a small town in UP is where I had grown up and I would gladly say it as my "Janm Bhoomi". Renukoot is mostly inhabited by all the employees of Hindalco, and as it happens with all such small towns there is a great bonding between all. I grew up in Renukoot where I had all the elements of what I can say as made my upbringing a "Near Perfect" one. There were times in my life when I would accuse Renukoot for not having provided me with enough oppurtunities to build my career. At the age of 16.5 after finishing my school I had leave the place.
Probably that is when I realised the attraction of Mother Land. Down south where I was growing up and trying to get over my enginnering days, I realised the strong craving that I had for my home town. Visiting Renukoot would mean a new lease of life everytime.
Over time as I was exposed to the comforts of life going back to Renukoot was no more exciting. Going back to Renukoot not only taking a train which with coaches from the Pre-indepence era but then taking a bus which traversed through dilapidated roads.
Today however nothing remains. I will not have to travel again throug those roads. I wont have to take the same old ruined train anymore. Today, we finally bade-adieu to Renukoot. Today, when my dad and mom finally took the car for the station for the last time, probably a 100 people were there see them off. The department where my dad worked was there in entirity. All the neighbours were there. And all were emotional.
I couldnt gather enough courage to face this situation. I dint go to have the last look at my home town. But, I called up my neighnours immediately after my mom and dad left. They were all in tears. Everyone said what will happen to us now. How can we live here watching closed doors and dark rooms in the our flat. Tears rolled down my eyes while I sat in the confines of my room here, miles away from Renukoot.
I dont have any more accusations to make. What I have today are fond memories - of my school days when I would play cricket on the road with my friends, of those long hours of journey that I would take from Bangalore to reach home, of the neighbouring Aunty's roti and dal, of my School, of the local Durga Puja, the Holi that I played with my friends and finally of the farewell that my parents received from all the people that they had known over a period of 40yrs.
Today forever I would recall as the day when I migrate to another world of Non- recognizance.