Part 1
Have read too many blogs and articles in the last 24
hours. Too many. And I mean it. What
took me by surprise the most is the part where I read - "roads were
abandoned", "haunted streets", "not a single soul on
roads", "Mumbai diserted"! Now let me rewind my memory
back........rewinding 30 hours earlier.
Got the news, "Balasaheb Thackeray No More".
People rushing home, shutters going bazinga on the locks, vegetable vendors
pulling carts away, auto-walas deciding not to ply (fair enough), amongst all
this the buses kept moving, for a while.
I was supposed to be taking a Shivneri to Pune that exact
evening at 5 p.m. Obviously, I couldn't. Why? Because my friends and family
were scared for my life. That my bus would be ransacked and I'd be thrashed
mid-road. And eventually dead.
Wow.
Then I went home. My overjoyed family made me feel
wanted, all of a sudden.
I frowned. I watched news. I watched my hyper-cousins
text and upload Facebook statuses. Then happened the Swedish House Mafia #SHM
tragedy. Another trending topic for Twitter and Facebook. Cousins on an
adrenaline rush. Phone networks jammed. Infinite messages. High BP elders.
Amongst all of this, I relished my evening chai. I decided to wait for a while,
till I could ransack my Facebook profile and Twitter profile with my thoughts.
Waited. Waited some more. Then posted. Then tweeted.
Smiled.
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