Cry, my beloved country ... Cry!

There has been this churning feeling ever since yesterday morning, seeing the dastardly acts of terrorism on screen. The way our media has covered the whole 'story' - with kid gloves and absolute lack of maturity, is also very disturbing.

Father called me yesterday noon and his sense of concern was so apparent. He has visited Mumbai a few times and had been to the foyer of the Oberoi to meet his friend who used to work there, and also to see the hotel. My sense of desperation has been more tangible, given that I have lived in Mumbai for a few years and these were the symbols that one used to look up to, not from an aspirational view, but from a point of 'feel good'.

If I can have such an emotional string attached to the city that never sleeps and to the landmarks therein, imagine the scores of Mumbaikars and others who frequent these places. Also to ponder, if the high and the mighty can be laid so low, what happens to the common man. But then, oh yes, the common man in India, and especially in Mumbai, must have got used to terrorism by now.

And yes, we are such a 'soft' country. At least, we can cry ... and feel frustrated at what's going on ....!