As I logged on to the CNN website to check the latest news… I was faced with a shocking news report… the same that is addressed by the site as “Top stories” and after reading thru and realizing the significance of the blasts… I could only wish that this was yet another story that was made up by the media…
Mumbai seems to be everyone’s favorites… from the rain-gods making it their very own super bowl, to the sainiks on a rampage, to the blasts… and yet the beauty of the city is that it endures all of it and keeps the grief within… it never lets its anger on the people who have caused it so much harm… how it is able to do it, unfailingly each time, is a miracle in itself.
I have seen the news over and over again and I come to realize this… the reporters and the policemen who were constantly interviewing the victims did not even bother to get them to the hospital they felt it was their prime duty to bring the victims pain and suffering to the world that was watching with agony, for them it was yet another prime time slot that would boost their viewer TRP to the top, and while all of this was in progress it was the common man (in R.K.Laxmans term) who instead of being a mute onlooker this time actually came forward and helped the wounded to the hospital, and fed the stranded.
This is the beauty of this city, be it doused by rain or sainiks or a thousand bombs… the spirit lives on…
Here’s to Mumbai, here's to the city where no one sleeps hungry, where everyone is cared for, where the unfathomable spirit still survives in the heart of the people and where humanity comes ahead of family…WELL ahead of it.
My first blog driven by impulse.
Mumbai seems to be everyone’s favorites… from the rain-gods making it their very own super bowl, to the sainiks on a rampage, to the blasts… and yet the beauty of the city is that it endures all of it and keeps the grief within… it never lets its anger on the people who have caused it so much harm… how it is able to do it, unfailingly each time, is a miracle in itself.
I have seen the news over and over again and I come to realize this… the reporters and the policemen who were constantly interviewing the victims did not even bother to get them to the hospital they felt it was their prime duty to bring the victims pain and suffering to the world that was watching with agony, for them it was yet another prime time slot that would boost their viewer TRP to the top, and while all of this was in progress it was the common man (in R.K.Laxmans term) who instead of being a mute onlooker this time actually came forward and helped the wounded to the hospital, and fed the stranded.
This is the beauty of this city, be it doused by rain or sainiks or a thousand bombs… the spirit lives on…
Here’s to Mumbai, here's to the city where no one sleeps hungry, where everyone is cared for, where the unfathomable spirit still survives in the heart of the people and where humanity comes ahead of family…WELL ahead of it.
My first blog driven by impulse.
No comments:
Post a Comment