27th Nov 2008

The other day..one of my neighbours wanted me to change the keeping place of my dustbin, and I fought for my space rights..I accused him of invading my privacy..After all I have the right to
decide where I keep my things and who's he? An outsider? Who gave him the authority?

Today, I feel helpless, restless, sleepless..

Yesterday, someone invaded my home.. "Mumbai" has been my home for three years now..Someone ruthlessly..killed my family, my friends, held captive my fellow citizens..snatched my peace of mind..trampled the serenity around me...took my freedom away....

I cried..but that does not make me feel any better..because thats so unlike me..I feel like holding each one who is responsible for this by their collar..okie frankly..by their hair..and beating them black and blue..till they say they wont dare to do this again to my country..to my India.

But..where do I go? whom do I accuse? The terrorists, who have ambiguous identities? or the politicians, who are more interested in Vada Pav business? The State police, who is not even equipped to fight what is actually, international terrorism? The Center, who calls an EMERGENCY CABINET MEET 14 hrs after the attack? The Maritime Security? The ATS?

Please tell me where should I go? Whom should I ask? Listen to?

Can anyone answer my questions, please?

Through all this mayhem, I remember a song I learnt during my schooling, ( Paloma Blanca was a country fighting from freedom)

Ooola Paloma Blanca....I am just a bird in the sky...
Ooola paloma blanca....over the mountains I fly..
NO ONE CAN TAKE MY FREEDOM AWAY.....

But,

Is anyone listening?