she was born in me. i was born in her. she is in me. and she is growing. she is bombay. my beloved.
im a tambrahm. can hardly speak marathi. so im scared. i fret. i fear.
i fear that id have to leave her. someday some so called 'son of her soil' will deprive me of her to impress a small section of people and thereby build an encashable votebank.
some are wise, whereas some - otherwise.
northindians were beaten up. cabbies were slapped. and the media was 'invited' to witness the agony of people running for life.
religion, caste, creed nothing mattered to mumbaites until now.
her spirit persisted. her empathy overflowed. she had no bias.
all were her's. she was all's.
but heres an attempt to change this for personal benefit. she is being raped. raped in the name of regional discrimination. her efforts to treat every one on equal ground is threatened by people who selfishly seek a higher ground.
mumbadevi, bom baia, bombay, mumbai... names change.
times change. values dont.
her resilience has been celebrated. she will pass through this phase too.
she belongs to someone who respects her and all who are within her. the ones who are making noise now and blowing their trumphets about being true mumbaites, with this act have proved that they are no way related to mumbai or the spirit of mumbai.