Die Another Day!

How beautiful a day looks from that window when those drops of rains drip on your face, I could still feel the famous rains in Mumbai when almost any effort to hide from rain was in vein due to its intensity. But there is another grim reality that brings haunting memories of these rains as I still remember 7/11 train blast like it was yesterday. I was on train the same day and while I got down at my station unharmed that day many others weren’t that lucky.

A city of dream for many including me has catered needs of all the classes but yet the wounds of this city have no healing what so ever. While the government has shown apathy towards the real security threat to the city even the people within haven’t learnt from their mistakes. I know for fact that 90% of metal detectors are non functional including the CST station which was the playground last time for Kasab’s act. The areas which are hot spots (Like Zaveri Bazar) for a terror strike have no logistical support from even locals otherwise how in such crowded places someone can reiki and plant bombs undetected like walk in the park.

As the rain lashes out the final nails in the coffin of the misery of a common man in the city, it again bring that cliché of spirit of Mumbaikars . To me it’s like a sickening sense of DejaVu with history to this glamorous financial capital of India. I feel pity on these high spirited Mumbaikar, people in the city have not learnt how life moves on after such incidents but they are fearfully waiting to “Die Another Day”

It’s been almost a year since I had written anything on my blog but then sometimes it’s the sovereignty of not only country but also to my most beloved city Mumbai that sinks me deep inside and emotions can’t be held back.