Spirit of Mumbai should be broken

I hate the spirit of Mumbai. I had typed this statement the last time terror struck Mumbai and then, I couldn't find words to explain why. Now I do. I love Mumbai and I'm a hardcore Mumbaikar. But I hate the so called Spirit of Mumbai. It is what makes us get back on our feet everytime we are attacked (It's happening far too often now). I don't know when was the last time that the BSE and NSE declared 'No Trading'. So maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe the spirit of Mumbai will be broken. Don't get me wrong. I want Mumbai to get back on its feet. But not back to normal. I want Mumbai to fight back. I want Mumbai to give a stern reply to all this people. This time I don't want the reply to be 'Let's get back on our feet' No! I want it to be 'Let's give it back to them.' How? I have no idea. But for once, I don't want to lie down, I don't want be trapped in my house, I don't want my parents and friends to wonder if I will make it back home, I don't want to fear!!
Why this is hard-hitting this time rather than the other is because it is so close to home. Cafe Leopold is where I shared a lot of gossip, Colaba Causeway is where I go shopping ,CST station is where I go almost everyday, Metro cinema is where I saw sooo many movies and on this route, where a lot of shooting happened is my college. This is where I could have been, where my friends could have been. All the people who lost their lives were somebody's family, somebody's friends. They were people who had lives, who had dreams.As their dreams are crushed, let the spirit of Mumbai be crushed.
Lighting candles or changing your display pictures (I'm sorry guys but lets face it) isn't going to help. The government is going to see it nor are the future attackers. I'm not going to do anything like this because I don't want to get this burden off my conscience. I have done nothing. And I want it to pinch me till I do something. Does your conscience pinch you?

The nonsense about Spirit of Mumbai and Yeh to hota rahta hai>>> Both these articles are brilliant and what is funny is that they are still relevant even though they were written in July'06.

Edit : When asked what to do B Shantanu said this and I agree : What can we do?

Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend...

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer and when i wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
- James Blunt

Sad I'm. Hurt I'm. But definitely you must feel the same. Hollow and soul-less. Directionless. Futureless. But definitely you must feel the same. 

If I fall, I'm not alone. If you fall , I'm not sure. I try not to think. But stop I can't. How alone you must be. When all I want to do is hug you, I can't. Smile I want to. Take all your pain away. How can I when reason for this pain I'm? Happy be I will. For your sake and mine. 


Ps. It is random. Try not to read too much into it. I'm ok and not hurt :). Its just a post!

The story of RED

This is the story of RED- Yes, colours have lives too. You see different colours fall in love and produce different other colours. Some pretty girls and some handsome boys- but all very very beautiful. 


So this particular RED fell in love with BLUE. What a handsome BLUE he was and RED was a pretty little thing too. Soon, they would be together and be a beautiful Purple or maybe sometimes Violet. Life would be a wonderful purple. Blue and Red were in love for quite sometime. But then harsh realities of life hit them. The thing is that Blue wasn't a pure Blue. He, in the past, had been with a Yellow and she had a left a part of her with him. Blue refused to part with that part of Yellow. Now Blue wasn't the calm and cool Blue that red knew but rather a slimy Green that she didn't like one bit. Green wasn't anything like Blue.  Red wondered why she didn't notice it before. How could she have not seen it? Blinded by love? Probably. What should she do now? Settle for a Brown life instead ? ( Red+Green = Brown)

She didn't like Brown at all. Actually it wasn't about Brown or Purple but the fact that Yellow still remained and was a part of the new colour was something Red didnt want. What should Red do??