Me, Mumbaikar.
I was out last night having myself a ball with my girlfriends to celebrate a semester wrapped and over and done with, at a place that could be the 'Polyesther' of Singapore. It wasn't any different from the many nights out I’ve done at Poly's - Gordon house or at Insomnia in the Taj.
This morning, in my post-partying grogginess, I reached for my phone to check the time and was met with a barrage of texts that confused me, till I turned my television on. I sat in shock, reading news updates online, watching CNN, and talking to Raja on the phone, silently weeping, but trying to keep sane. My fear and panic turned into rage and helplessness, as a feeling of déjà vu settled over me. I wasn’t living in the city in 2006 either, when the train blasts took place, and the only person I could get on the phone was him!
I don’t know what to say, and I have no idea why I feel so mad that I’m not in MY city. I feel like a loved one has been hurt and I wasn’t there for them. I can’t believe that they’ve done this to my city again. Is this my city? Why are we so terribly ill prepared?
Everyone I know is safe and sound, thank God for that, and the worst is over, or so they claim. Our top police officers have died and random people at VT have died. The Taj was on fire again, against an impossibly blue sky at 8 am, and CNN is churning out analysts and bullshit talkers who are trying to figure out who COULD be the possible (Global) perpetrator of the crime and how this effects their stupid country.
What kind of world are we living in? Why don’t people love people and just let them be? My heart bleeds for my city, for my country, for my people dead.