Saturday, November 29, 2008

Its time, afterall, better late than never.

On the 26th of November, 2008; when the sun went down & the city of Mumbai was getting ready to call it a day, somewhere in some god forsaken part of south Mumbai few people were setting up the stage for one of the most ghastly attacks this country has witnessed. 

While all of this was on I was in Andheri with my friends, blissfully unaware of the catastrophe that was about to strike this city. It was much later after my friend called to inquire if I was okay that I realized that something has happened and even then I had no clue about the magnitude of the events that had unfolded before several shocked & unsuspecting eyes. 

Today as I sit here, inside the safety of my house, a thought passes my head… each of us Indians have been through myriad emotions and the entire nation has been glued to their television sets, or constantly following the news on their computers or via other media… each of us have been affected by this tragedy in some or the other way. While hundreds have been grieving the loss of a loved one, some have been through the ordeal, while most of us have been the silent spectator s of this 62 hour nightmare. All of us are angry, disgusted, shocked and above all proud of the security services of this country. While all of this has happened, I personally am feeling let down. Let down by our own political system; by the ones who have taken up the responsibility to govern our country. While the entire nation was sitting on the edge of our seats witnessing the operations carried out by our brave jawans and security personnel, our politicians chose to remain in the safety of their houses, or their bullet proof cars and convoys, while some decided to gram the limelight giving out almost identical speeches of how they “condemned” the attacks and called them a “dastardly act”, some even used it as a “opportunity” to publicize their respective parties and most of them as expected played the blame game. 

I sat there, in front of my TV, angry. Then I thought, all this anger and frustration, how is it going to help? Because, like other terrorist attacks, this too would be forgotten, the lost heritage would probably be repaired and restored, the so-called “spirit of Mumbai” would be evident once again as the common man would get back to earning his daily bread. But what about the irreparable loss? About the once who have lost their dear ones, about the impact this would have on the minds of the ones who were trapped in the tragedy, about the scar that has come on our 103 year old pride? Can anyone replace it? Can our politicians do anything about it? 
Nothing will be done, and nothing is going to be done, not unless all of us take a stand. How, I really don’t know, as of now there are too many things that I know could be done, none of them impactful or concrete enough, but one thing is for sure; Someone needs to take a stand, and I believe it has to be the youth, the future of this country. The least we can do is start a movement of non cooperation where each of us can refuse to vote until we are promised a change in the system. This too may be an irrational idea, but it could be the start. A change is what is needed; a change is what has to be bought about and may be this is the perfect stage for a revolution in the governance, something which this country is in dire need of. 

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