I’ve never had a great history with traveling to Mumbai. This time doesn’t seem to be different. I’m sitting at a friend’s place in Byculla, relatively isolated from the incidents of yesterday and today, but tense nevertheless.
The standoff has not progressed much. The army and NSG still surround the Trident and Oberoi. We’re getting conflicting reports on Taj. 24/7 media is beginning to wear on me; I can’t pull my eyes away and yet, the repeating images and obnoxious reporters are straining my nerves.
Worried about the long-term repurcussions. We are a soft nation. One of the liabilities of being an open society. But, we could do better with our security measures. And yet, we cannot do much about the underlying problems. Surrounded as we are by basketcases, we neither want to take on the cauldron of problems that is Pakistan nor can we ignore it.
I believe this won’t be like the last times. Many more Indians are vested in Mumbai than in the past. Yet, I can’t help feeling we are culturally flawed as well. We are too complacent. Too exhausted. Too weared down by something.
I was in the Atrium mall in Worli the other day. The guards asked me to open my bag; I opened the central pocket and the guard waved me inside. Never mind the metal detector had gone off. Never mind my bag had more than one pocket.
Sab chalega has traded places with kuche nahi chalega. When are we going to learn?