Kissaa Kahaani

July 14, 2011

To the Undying Spirits and Unconqured Souls

Life is so random… so uncertain. There I was on the auto, going to Leelavati hospital for my weekly visit and thinking about what dress I am going to wear to office tomorrow, having a little chit chat with the Auto-rickshaw wallah about the traffic and begging him to hurry as I left office quite late than I was supposed to and I was almost there when I received a call that there has been, yet again, serial blasts in Mumbai. I was numb. My first though that my sister takes the train from Dadar to come home daily and Dadar was one of those areas of the blasts. And then my phone went dead- no network. My heart was in my mouth and I was panicked, I was weeping. thank God for that Auto wallah, he tried to calm me down and turned the auto back to where I live. It took me 2 hours and phone were still not working. luckily I spotted an STD booth, called all those who matter. Prayed all I could for my sister who was safe and thanked God. My heart goes out those who lost people and loved ones- I may not know wholly what they must be going through, I was attacked by anxiety and panic when I couldn’t locate my sister- all I was thinking, if something happens what will I answer to my parents, that I let their child die and I survived!? And I pray for those are injured that they get united by their families and that they do not suffer any more trauma and grief.

Today I am reminded of a street child I encountered, a two year old girl. Stark naked, glowing brown skin, cropped hair, she had nothing on but a pair of squeaky shoes which glowed when she walked and she was jumping and looking down at her shoes. Every time she saw those artificially lit shoes, she squeaked with delight, she squeaked as much as the shoes. She was life. She was joy.

Today I am reminded of that old Auto wallah I met who wanted to be a teacher. Who valued education. Sang the poems of Ramdhari Singh Dinkar. Gave good upbringing to his grandson. He was survival personified.

Today I am reminded of my friend circles in JNU and ASB, the Ganga Dhaba and the Teardrop shaped lawn in front of the canteen. They are the companions. They are the hands which wipe tears. They are the shoulders to lean on.

Today I am reminded of the undying Mumbai spirit, the Indian Spirit. The faces which shine. The hands which help. The I-will-rise-again-tomorrow attitude.

I am alive, and so are you. Life brings dirt, life brings heartaches, struggles, pain, torture. We crib we whine, we cry, we complain. I am alive. I will keep on doing all those things. But I promise to myself that i will laugh more, pay attention more, respect more, be angry less. I promise, that since I am alive, I will live more…

To Mumbaikars, I salute. To Indians I salute. For those who lost their lives, I pray, I pray for their family. I pray for the souls which remain unconquered.

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10 Comments »

  1. Very well written. Gave me goosebumps while reading it..

    Comment by Amardeep Sodhi — July 14, 2011 @ 11:24 am | Reply

  2. Good One Mamta…. Was Really Touching… Salutations To Those Brave Indians Surviving The Tragedy And Condolences To The Family Who Lost Their Loved Ones… And Also Happy To Hear That U And Ur Sis Are Alrite….

    Comment by Harish Shankar. V — July 14, 2011 @ 12:33 pm | Reply

  3. I have already read it thrice and feeling like reading it again.
    Its heart touching..

    Keep writing dear.. god bless.

    Comment by Gajanan Sapate — July 14, 2011 @ 1:07 pm | Reply

  4. touching….it’s scary how in a second all can go blank and our lives be snatched away from us!
    takes something close to that to awaken us! good one!

    Comment by IndumathySukanya — July 14, 2011 @ 5:42 pm | Reply

    • Yes, its scary and it makes me, makes us, realize how less we value the small blessings of life… thank you

      Comment by mamta kashyap — July 15, 2011 @ 10:36 am | Reply

  5. It is always this at Mumbai, Mumbaikars post, non mumbaikars praise, some of us cry, some of us feel safe as we are not in mumbai, some of us only make sure our loved ones are safe..then try not to focus on the matter…listen to news, pray some time, may be light a candle and go back to our own job…hope the cycle doesnot repeat…is there really nothing anyone can do?Public enterprises(govt.), private enterprises(corportate)-can’t they do something to improve…Can’t we individuals do anything to improve security…i even feel guilty to post this because I m still one of the helpless souls.

    Comment by Shona — July 15, 2011 @ 4:40 am | Reply

    • You know, we should not feel guilty. If anyone should feel, its those who kill and its those who enable that behaviour. There is reason behind every cause, its just that some reasons are unresaonable to justify the cause.

      Comment by mamta kashyap — July 15, 2011 @ 10:38 am | Reply


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