Monday, 1 December 2008


These were some of the emotions going through my mind since the tragic, fateful seige of Mumbai came to end.

My anger is mostly towards the politicians who put up hoardings advertising their parties commitment towards honoring heroes, as if they own them.. who have the take their sons and film directors to the aftermath site and defending it as if the whole thing is a movie tamasha. If not for the high profile nature of the places that were attacked , I am sure even this attack would have got a coverage of week or couple and then easily forgotten by all of us. An ger towards the media who cover the incident as if it were a scene from a bollywood masala movie.. eagerness to get first word from the terrorist himself !

I am Sad to see the kind of horrific torture my country and its common men/women/children are put through time and again, without having any hope of justice.

I am frustrated at the helplessness that most of feel against the perpretrators, and become mute spectators of the political tamasha such attacks end up being.

Atleast this time , the anger is palpable among the residents and wider public in the country. I can only hope this does not turn into a political mud slinging tool for the personal gains of the netas and their parties. Hope the costly price paid in terms of lives lost does not go waste this time.
I also think we as indians take these kind of situations for granted. It will be there in news for sometime and then "resilient" , "never say die" indian mentality takes over and we forget all that happened. I believe that its good to be resilient and all.. but it is highly important to keep the scars alive. This helps to bind us together during grief and make us more resilient. We seem to have lost a sense of pride towards our country and there is too much importance given to individual achievement and personal development.  
I am signing off with a thought provoking poem written by lyricist Prasoon Joshi ( RDB, TZP ..) on the tragedy. 

Is baar nahin

Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda  lambe  wakt  tak
Kuch  faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai 

1 comment:

Sneha said...

Nice blog KP. Good choice for the poem.

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