Today, as the Mumbai, 26th November attack continues for over 14 hours, suddenly my belief in shaken out of my being. Perhaps my parents had always been right in being wary of Muslims everywhere; perhaps their belief has been strengthened by years of such experiences. My father’s words, which I have safely ignored for the past 3 – 4 years are now resounding in my head “the congress is not going to do anything about it in fear of losing their Muslim vote bank”.
I don’t know what to think anymore …
What I do know is that no party (and don’t shoot back at me the lame argument of ‘we chose them’) is capable of bringing about any drastic change in this direction …
…they are sitting snug, fully protected and safety jacket clad, in their plush homes or offices. Over the telephone they give TV interviews saying, the country needs to rise above political issues/differences. The Mumbaikars need to bounce back with the spirit of Mumbai.
Up until the last terrorist attack in my country, I was strongly affected and vehemently condemned them amongst groups of friends. We all did our fair share of ‘this is despicable’ and ‘tut-tut’, condemning the media for the way they covered the attacks, like leeches sucking the blood-like limelight from the attacks in order to achieve nutrition-like money … the greed being paramount in this whole scenario … … …
Now, today on the 27th November 2008, as the hostage scenario continues, I feel no anger, no vehemence, no fear … I feel nothing …
… there is this sense of hopelessness though
