It was not an ordinary day at work and colleagues pointed out to each other that Bangalore Oberoi and the Taj West End are directly visible from our office. I looked out of the window and shuddered. Even when I was aware that I am a thousand odd kilometers removed from Bombay, I felt scared.
There was a feeling of disgust when Bangalore was bombed. However, it is a different feeling now. It is a feeling of distinct fear mixed with rage. It is a feeling of fear because I am not sure if there is a safe place left for me and my loved ones. Fear because I am not sure if my home, my office, the market place I visit, the malls I go to are safe anymore. Fear because I am not sure what kind of world is my son born in. It is a feeling of rage because the people in authority who are responsible for providing this security are imbeciles. They do not have any morals and I don’t know who to be more angry with – the terrorists who kill innocent people or these officials and politicians who through their inaction allow such incidents to happen.
There are many questions that I as an ordinary citizen of India have for these people. However, I am also very aware that the short public memory will allow these politicians to get away with anything. The NSG will continue to be treated as normal security guards to protect the people who don’t deserve it and the innocent citizens will continue to be ignored.
Does the spirit of Bombay really exist?
Someone said that the people get the government they deserve. S/he may be right. 48-60 hours have passed. Nariman House has just been cleared. There are civilian casualties but the crowd does not care about the gravity of the situation. On NDTV 24×7, Barkha Dutt is gravely talking about the Jewish family who did not survive. Strangely, in the crowd, I can see a young man blowing kisses towards the camera. He is just happy that he is on television. He is now taking out his mobile and happily calling someone… “abe dekh, main TV par hoon…”. Something inside me is already dying.