Monday, May 25, 2009

The Taj Mauhtaj!

Gunshots, terrorists, policemen, reporters, NSG Commandos and then bloodstains, heaps of dead bodies, people injured, piles of stones and debris and rubble all around. The worst was the hurt, shocked, enraged and furious feelings when people saw The Burning Taj.

Yes, The Heritage, The Dome, Our most prized possession, The Taj was attacked; severely and brutally attacked. It had been in the clutches of the terrorists not just for hours but for days. The plot was indeed a well planned one. Monitoring their plan from their hide-outs in Pakistan, thanks to technology, commercialized media and satellite phones; they do have brains par excellence only if hadn’t been used for destructive purposes.

Ajmal Kasab, the fishing trawler ‘Kuber’, the e-mail scrutiny, the extra-tightened security for the future speculated attacks; all of these and more, were all that the headlines could cover.

Indeed, a very well planned attack. Their attack on The Taj was rightly the attack on the hearts of Mumbaikars. An event post-which there were peace marches, candle-light rallies; youth and other citizens demanding a better government. It seemed like this attack was an eye-opener, not just for the sake of cribbing about the government but about raising questions about their security. A secular city demanding security; this was never new for the Mumbaikars. It had happened back in July, 2007, when the caterpillar of this concrete jungle had suffered a similar fate.

Amidst all of these, the khadi-kurta clad men grabbing opportunities at pointing fingers to one another. And another important thing doing its routine on t.v. screens, the fm channels, banners all around and popular celebrities voicing the words, “One Vote Can Make A Difference.” Wow!

A place which was considered and remembered as the pride of Mumbai is now being remembered for its terrorist attack and the heart-twitching event that shook the nervous system of Mumbai in the last days of November, 2008. A visit to that area will give you the feel that there’s something amiss in the pride of Mumbai and then you’ll spot the boards and barricades speaking Mr. Tata’s words, “Working to restore a symbol of Mumbai’s enduring spirit and dignity” – The Taj Mahal Palace & Tower.

With faith and belief, Mumbaikars keenly await the moment when The Taj shall be revived to its fullest, welcoming its foreign atithis with open arms and functioning just like before, like nothing ever happened!

Thursday, May 21, 2009


As I gaze at wonderful sky above,
I rewind my thoughts, changing the gear to the reverse mode,
I smile and think about the times that just passed by,
Those that I had loved n lived every bit of it.

I look back to know,
I was Happy when you had called
& when we spoke and when we laughed
And when we had talked.

Of all the days that I had loved, laughed and enjoyed
It was the best when you were there by my side..

With You always around my days were so Lovely,
You ran your fingers through my hair so curly
You always made sure that I was alright
There was nothing more I’d needed to make me feel right.

You made me feel ever-so-Beautiful
Made life seem to me as Wonderful!

And whether we often met or we didn’t
I knew You were there for me
To make me feel like Me.

The drizzling drops falling on my face
Crawling my thoughts to the present day,
I realize I’m already in your keen embrace
Making me wish that like this I’d forever lay…

Bidding Goodbye - An ode, Au revoir.

Farewell – a word which is one of a kind having feelings and emotions attached to it which is plenty in its kind.
Of all the years we’ve known you,
Of all the things we shared,
The events, the moments,
The fun and the silence
A shoulder to lean on,
You were for us through it all.
Standing at the crossroads of life
Where the signal red has now turned green,
Showing that the clock has ticked,
Ticked by days, months and years.
As you move ahead leaving behind trails of memories and being our Queen of good times,
For Life without you and your fun-loving ways was quite incomplete.
As you move on, towards a life so new,
Your dearest friends wishing you,
“A Life bundled and blessed with lots of goodness and cheer,
All of it and some more, only for you dear.”
And as you trod on, making friends so new,
Please don’t forget,
“You may have new friends and some old friends.
Cherish all of them,
For if new friends are gold then old friends are diamonds.”