Back in Kolkata, we all sat glued to our TV sets watching with anger and hatred, the carnage that was unfolding in Mumbai. Even the smallest kid at home, barely 8 years old, stared away in some hypnotised state, unable to understand why there was so much anguish everywhere. Strange, until this moment, thanks to Raj Thakerey, Mumbai was slowly becoming an image where non-maharashtrians were no longer welcome.
Strange, during those moments of horror and its aftermath, it never seemed to occur that it was the same Mumbai where Raj Thakerey had let loose his own terror. It seemed as if just another part of our person had been slashed by a razor and it was bleeding profusley.
The arrival of the army and NSG was instrumental in a cheer ringing out. And with every count of a terrorist being shot, the kids would set about calculating how many were still left to be taken care of. I am sure this must have been the scene in almost every household across India.
The battle over, the toll accounted for and the brave men recalled, a worried Indian citizenery is no longer willing to sleep too peacefully or in the caress of a careless nonchalance. It feels threatened.
What do we do and where do we begin?
The Truth is.....its Ourselves.
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