My Mumbai

Can't take it anymore. Blogging aimlessly to vent out ones anger is the stupidest thing to do. Easy for me to say time to act...but what the hell am I going to do? for the matter what can be done? Not a single case of terrorist attack in this country has reached a logical conclusion. stuck. stuck. stuck. Minority appeasement, majority's prejudices, nepotism, legal loopholes, corruption, red tape, govt. files, files, files, files and even as I write more files are piling on someone's desk.

Taj, Oberoi, VT...man these are not landmarks; they are a part of my consciousness. I have lost count of the number of times my legs have dragged me automatically to VT or Churchgate, just because I was bored, confused, frustrated and contemplating enlightenment or blowing up myself sitting at home. Marine Drive, DN Road...these places have given me answers for questions which I never asked. They can't burn. I might need those answers again. Maybe not, but they simply can't burn. MY MUMBAI CAN'T BURN.

I am one of the proudest Mumbaikars one might bump into. It's my identity. I have lost my sense of security long back...yet the love for this city runs in my body. Its dark red.