In The Span of 48 Hours

I experienced two radically contrast emotions in the gap of mere 48 hours. On 13^th July an act of cowardice was once again conducted by “some terrorists’’ and the city of dreams, Bombay (I very well know that its Mumbai but I love calling it Bombay) was once again at the receiving end. The priceless blood of the common men was shed on the city roads, people wandered helplessly, in pain, fear, and rage. I witnessed the proceedings via my television set and I was in tears, all the more because I was not able to share my emotions with anyone as I was alone. I was highly enraged by what all happened but I have no right to blame or question anyone as I am not doing anything for the same. Well I can’t do anything and that’s why I feel my emotions are in vain. This is so, as only when one’s emotions can transform into action, only then they are just. All my friends and family called, messaged me about my well being and after that we all carried on with our daily routine. Now when I think about what I felt, I feel as of my emotions were making a fool out of me as I am the same, bloody ignorant resting my ass at home. I hated being me and questioned my emotions and their justness.

The second emotion which rushed within me was when I finished watching “Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’’. It made me fell in love with my life and my being all over again. I felt less burdened of the fact what all is going around me, my own struggle to find my foothold, the misery of the beggar I observe at the traffic signals, the shopkeepers sitting in smallest of the small shops trying to earn their livelihood, the dabbawalas (Lunch suppliers) rushing with loads of lunch boxes, the crowd hanging at the local trains’ doors, the people living in filthy lodges and huts made of asbestos sheets, the restlessness of auto rickshaw drivers, people spitting on the road and painting it red, the smell of liquor from the tired labourer, the traffic jams, the noise of the crowd, etc. The film made me realize about all the good that’s around me, the helpful Bombay people, the beach, Marine drive, skyscrapers all across the city, and the dreams in the eye of every walker on the Bombay roads, and positivism and life in the hustle-bustle of the city. The film shook me up and instead of walking, urged me to run towards my dreams. I know they are standing around the corner with all arms stretched just to embrace me with a warm tight hug. I am coming...