The last five days have been so far the most toughest days of my life......As usual i was down with few shots of smirnoff on wednesday night and rang up my friend in Mumbai to check upon her, we had a brief conversation wherin ther was a mention of bomb blast. i thought it was a routine stuff as we Indians are accustomed to blasts every day, all thanks to Home Minister and the impotent terror laws which tackle terror. I gingerly opened my eyes Thursday morning and checked the time, my cell displayed 9AM, thought i take a off and rang up my office for the leave. my colleague replied terrorist attack in Mumbai, you take a call if you wanna come or not and she hung up....next thing what struck me was Iam journalist and i've to report....made some franatic calls to my friends in Mumbai and checked upon them all was fine....I was feeling stuffy couldn't imagine what was going on...i headed to office, by the time i reached office, i had made more than 20 call once again to check my friends as none of them were taking the calls. As i reached my office the news room was going crazy, i couldn't belive what unfolded for next 48 hours was a bloodbath. It was live on television for all of us to watch....the famous landmark Taj, oberoi, Trident , Nariman house and CST Mumbai were all attacked.
For the next 3 days i was glued to TV sets taking calls and helping out with stories at office. All i could infer from this attack was that these were not just illiterarte guys but professionally trained, remorseless and fully determined to make a maximum impact. These 20's something kids were well educated, clean shaven, smart enough who had done thier home work properly and engaged National Security guards and marine cammandos the most elitist security group in our country engaged for more than 48 hours in a fierce gun battle holding our country for ransom. we do know who is behind these attacks as we are also aware that "You cannot hide a broccoli in a glass of milk" . The pakistan government should come clean on this and take a firm stand.
It is high time we tackle this menace and implement strong terror laws and fight back these elements. we do not belive in resignations of the Home minister as he always stayed at home..., Maharashtra Chief Minister and other key domestic and national security officals. The need of the hour is a strong mechanism to handle this situation and be more proactive and ensure there is no profiling of any particular community. As the laws can target innocent people in name of terror and lead to communal differences. we all need to co-exist and sail through.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Well, i've completed six months as a veteran trainee journalist in this big city. I would put it that way. There were times when you were born, live, work, get married, have kids and die in the same city. Not anymore, escalating carrer, exposure, networking and urge to make it big all put together has made me head where my job is. That's what has happened to me.
I like the work here but away from home, friends, Bangalore people, filter kapi, Khodays rum, local pubs manage the day like a prince without a penny in pocket is something I have to sacrifice for working in Delhi.
Leaving the confines of my home with a good support system, IIJNM friends, ma guesthouse, pulling strings and getting your way are a distant dream. I have been learning to stay on my own, travelling in a metro, battle the cold, meeting the most uncivilized guys, haggle with the most craziest auto drivers, who sometime are under a impression of being the next F-1 drivers, crafting the art of hindi abuses, gay guys tryin to feel your ass in metro..huh...i am learning it all. I have always craved to work in Delhi and now 6 month old i am still learning……..
please note: This is my first post and forgive me for wrong grammar. Please feel free to air your opinions.
I like the work here but away from home, friends, Bangalore people, filter kapi, Khodays rum, local pubs manage the day like a prince without a penny in pocket is something I have to sacrifice for working in Delhi.
Leaving the confines of my home with a good support system, IIJNM friends, ma guesthouse, pulling strings and getting your way are a distant dream. I have been learning to stay on my own, travelling in a metro, battle the cold, meeting the most uncivilized guys, haggle with the most craziest auto drivers, who sometime are under a impression of being the next F-1 drivers, crafting the art of hindi abuses, gay guys tryin to feel your ass in metro..huh...i am learning it all. I have always craved to work in Delhi and now 6 month old i am still learning……..
please note: This is my first post and forgive me for wrong grammar. Please feel free to air your opinions.
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