Where is the Indian in you?

This is something i wrote just after the Mumbai attack, a mail to all my friends, colleagues and acquaintances: a call to open our eyes. The Mumbai attack hues and cries are being forgotten like all other such events that took place in the past. But when will the Indian rise up? When will the eyes open?

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Hi All,

We all know how hell broke loose on Mumbai on late Nov26. Disturbed, as I am, & concerned too, I delve into a digressed thinking that says, “Why us?” rather than saying, “Again us?”

Things are up for everyone to see, interpret and form theories of their own, but will all these cries, pain & agony will come back again to haunt us, as it has in the past, or this time, hopefully some eyes will see the truth, that has kept itself hiding all these years of terror & massacre.

The excerpts from the thoughts of a friend who was at each of the attacked place (Nariman Point, The Taj and CST) just a day before the attacks:-

“What started two nights before is not history yet. It can never be history. As I watch the TV screen with reporters trying their best to get the viewers the latest... I am forced to see beyond present. No am not talking about the natural fall out of the terror attack- no trading on Dalal Street, adverse effect on tourism and FIIs, loop holes in intelligence etc. This time I am looking at a more drastic fall out.

I am scared. Terror has set in. I am scared to walk into a mall, I want to leave the station and crowed places as soon as I can, I think twice before entering a movie hall. I am broken. I have no spirit left in me. I am a common man. Let me lead a common life. Let me meet a common death. Don't reduce my life to a mere statistic in the overall death toll.

A friend called up to enquire if everything was ok. I didn't know the answer. If I can be mean and say none of my family and friend's hurt.

But someone is hurt...
Someone is dead...
Someone is sitting at gun point...
Someone will die...
It's not ok...
Nothing is OK.

I am angry... but I am scared to express my anger any more. I have given up. I kneel, I bow, I break, I loose, I beg... let me lead a normal life... a common life. I just want peace... at any cost. Now I don't care how. I want a safer tomorrow. Please.”

Are you in?
Join the movement, Act now, or Repent all your lives.