‘Cry a tear so red
for blood is running like water
On the streets of Mumbai.’
There are blasts at Colaba.
Is it a gang war?
An encounter between the police and criminals?
NO, these are bombs, taking the lives of innocent civilians once again.
People who have been out shopping at Colaba return home and are thankful that they are not out, partying at Leopold tonight.
A 100 year old heritage hotel spews fire in the middle of the night, and innocents lose their lives, in the fire, and through shots at point blank range. Others are held hostage.
Two students from a well-known
YES, this is war, a war against
Who is doing this? What is there intention?
The face of this terror is young, it is 22-24 year olds who tote their AK 47 as come out of the Taj. The face of terror is hideous especially when it is young.
The intention is clear. Destabilze
So, once again, held hostage by madness, this time its Mumbai.
The nation and the world watches in horror, as the audacity of the operation hits home. Each heart, near or far, is crying. We will be lighting the candle of grief— for the brave and the bold; the innocent and the dead and injured. But we need to shed our grief and see what we can do so that this act is the last one in the book. We need an action plan, we need ideas and we need implementation. We need not only to speak but also do and get done.
The loss should not be in vain.
Light the candle.
In whichever way possible-ideas, suggestions, however far-fetched, throw them in here, in this space. Something has to work. We have to rid Mumbai of menace. We cannot sit with our hands folded and say, “What can we do?”
We have to do.First published online here http://bombaytragedy.blogspot.