Siege at Mumbai

It has been an absolute watershed (at least it seemed to be) on the making of the ‘Congress India in the making’ at the forthcoming eve: the General Elections. With every passing day the palpitation of the hearts has been on the rise; in fact, no party is immune to it. But what has happened in last few days have spelled enough doom for the ruling front much to the appeasement of the opposition. Each passing day seemed as if a year, and the Congress high command especially had no other way besides agonizing on the mysteriously slid ill omen, lamenting “jai shri Ram” to save themselves. “Where had we gone wrong? Where is the error in the finely choked out plan under the great minds? Why could we not foresee…” and so on must have given them sleepless nights. (This sometimes leds me to feel that there must somewhere be God maneuvering all these.)

We remember the “India is shining” campaign of the last time. And this time too a similar kind of thing was happening before the general elections although very subtly. But then, it was better this time in its quality and more seemed capable of happening: the pro-mass policies, ordinary man programs, mission to moon, Sixth pay commission, railway in Sikkim and so on.

The siege of the Taj is no less than what the media is tempted to call ‘India’s 9/11’. As if the entire nation was under siege. Some of our most precious lives too were lost. The havoc a few terrorists could cause speaks volume of our hollowness. And whatever has happened since Pokhran II does also testify to this. This is the reason why this time so much of mass ire the government has to face. And these are not unfounded, we know.

Therefore, what we need now is to introspect ourselves and try to re correct instead of the loquacious oratory of Cambridge and Oxford.

Musingz with the past…
Whenever I look at my past, which I often do especially the moment when I am exasperated, there are a lot of things about which I worry. It is a story in bits and pieces I brood over. Several incidents, whether I like or not haunt me like ghosts. Between this, however, there is someone who had always borne me a torch. It is my mother.
Whenever those dark moments prevail on me I wish you would surround me in your lap and everything would disappear. But I am grown up now. And so I must do without your physical presence. I also must learn to behave like a matured man. I have grown taller now since you left for heavenly abode, dear mom. I have grown beard and my moustache is thick and dark. I have developed all those habits which a grown up man possesses. But, sometimes I find in some corner the innocence still lives. Although till recently I had struggled hard to preserve it, however, of late, I have been resisting knowing that you are no more there. Yes the real world doesn’t want a grown man to have this in him. I am also able to feel how the real world is like, bitter like anything! I wish you were there, to protect me from. But alas!