Yeh hai Mumbai, yeh hai Mumbai, yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan

I have this song on my lips since morning. And we know what kind of morning the people of the city woke up to. As I write this article, the horrors are still unfolding. No amount of praying has been able to stop it.
Praying? Like that helps, but isn’t that all we can do? After all we are so.. so helpless. All we can do is feel the enormous scare, make frantic calls to loved ones and try not to talk about it later. Try to forget, because life must go on, because.. because we are so helpless.

Life must go on? Yeah right, only for those who didn’t lose anyone, for others life is over. While they grieve we must collectively mourn. Because they are so helpless. And as they drown in misery we must find people to blame and combust our anger. Hate breeds hate. We wait till someone comes and takes us out of our misery. It burns, the city and with it burns the basic human need of security.

Why do we accept this?

Saare jaahan se accha, hindusitan humara, hum bulbule hain isski, yeh gulsita humara humara.