Compare: He was going home, he never came back. She had gone to meet her brother after 3 years, she lost her hearing power. He had gone to celebrate his birthday with cakes and beer, he ended up celebrating it with flesh and blood.
This is in response to everyone who wants to salute Mumbai’s “never-ending spirit of life”.
I want to tell them, life goes on, not because we are spirited, but because it has to go on. Just because India TV, Zee News, Aaj Tak and The Times of India said so, our life doesn’t go on with happiness and contentment, once grieved. Ask the families of those affected.
To the best of optimists, reading about Mumbai getting back on track can be cheering enough. To some, the idea may be encouraging. To such people, the media gives life and cheer and hope. Yes, we do cheer up in a day, thanks to the media. The ones whose loved ones got injured, may cheer up in a month or two. The ones whose loved ones died, may cheer up in a year or two. Life goes on.
Our media forces spirits into some as soon as the blasts strike. They force life back into those who are crying.
But if our media can, they ought to force life back into the dead.
And if they can’t, the terrorists won, not Mumbai. A life lost is a loss.
May mediahouses send their reporters to check the spirits of the ones in the hospitals. Interview them. “How are you feeling?” “Does it pain when I touch you?” “Tell our viewers that you are happy.” “Here’s the camera, go on, tell the terrorists you are not affected. TELL them. We’ll pay you.”
It’s like standing on a leg, and forgiving the one who took the other leg off. Smiling at him. And saying, “Hi! I’m fine!”Spirits. Life. The Never-Ending Spirit of Mumbaikars. Of Indians. To fool themselves. And to say we are not afraid of terrorists. Come, strike us.
We should salute the spirits, not of Mumbai, but that of the killers and the sinners, who continue to grow strong as we cry and mourn. Salute, to the spirits of the hearts of dung, who always move on in the job they do best—unaffected by the cries and the wails, the corpses and the anarchy. You can’t fool them. If you’re scared, admit it.