terror

It’s a jungle out there. Sam is Sauvé, arrogant, boisterous, wealthy, ruthless don. Since the fall of his big rival he became all powerful and all dangerous. He has the dubious habit of poking into another’s business, picking up fights, play double-games and force his authority. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely – he is perfect example for it. He walked his own talk often destructive to others but none dared to say anything and even if they said it did not matter eventually. That is Sam for you. Of course he got his nose bloodied once at an eastern corner but then it’s history now. Everyone asks where is the money, honey? and he has and still has loads of it to make the neighborhood dance to his tune. His writ ran unchallenged till one fateful day…

Zia is a small time rogue but single minded and mad. This makes him very dangerous for all those around him. He is a side kick of Sam used for his vested interest in the neighborhood. Sam ignored Zia’s mafia members who were equally mad. Till one day when the game changed…

Vic, the butcher, was a terror in his own backyard. Vic is the nickname given to him during his last run. His writ ran unchallenged in his small rich neighborhood. Though, everyone knows he is no challenge to Sam. Laws of mafia are crazy – Sam had a grudge against Vic. The butcher  would find himself hunted soon for a true lie that people were made to believe.

Sam’s nightmare came as an unbelievable rude shock. A nasty blow. Someone hit Sam hard where it hurts a lot.  Sam never could see whom he is fighting. Soon it dawned the attacker is a member of Zia’s mafia. Sam attacked Vic.. Sounds idiotic? Logically, he should have attacked Zia. Well, that is Sam for you. When it was very clear where the enemy lives and who trained him, Sam chose to hit Vic. The butcher got hunted and Sam burnt his neighborhood. People would say Sam had a personal grudge on him or some claim he wanted to take control of the street and its goodies. The bottom line is Sam found an excuse to eliminate Vic. He drafted Zia to get his mafia member who attacked him. Zia double crossed effectively and made sure he kept both of them happy. For him the rule is simple – “If i loose one eye, the enemy should loose both eye”. In process, he did loose more than his one eye.

The neighborhood is in fire. The fire is raging across.  A chaos. Sam went too far and aggressive without a logical game plan. Even the laws of wild mafia land needs a rule. Now all the rules have been broken and its a total havoc.

At the end, it is those living in the vast neighborhood of Sam, Zia and adjacent areas who bear the brunt of inter-mafia game plans.

R.I.P All those innocents killed for no mistake on their part. 

Unraveling the mafias:

Uncle Sam is US of A

Zia represents Pakistan. He is the chief architect of Islamic radicalization of Pakistan and who nurtured the Mujahedeen’s to fight Soviet union in Afghanistan and who later turned to be Frankenstein monsters.

Vic the Butcher, is Saddam Hussein, the butcher of Baghdad. Under US captivity he was given a nick name “Vic”.

Now that sums up the larger picture of the story

A hillarious take by Deccan herald  newspaper  on Zardari’s (in)famous mood and thought swings

India Today’s Campaign to Declare War on Terror.

Sea of humanity protesting against terrorism before the Taj Hotel ..

Part of the sea of crowd before Taj Hotel … When common man reacts its high time politicians listen to the public mood ..

The strong will of billion plus will keep the tri colour fly high …

Young , Old , Men , Women all unites against terrorism …

Writing their heart out to vent their anguish , anger , despair ..

Infront of India Gate ..

Students lighting candle in memory of those who died …

Will the politicians listen to the voice of nation and act firm against terrorism ?

Some artistsvent their feeling through sketches ..

People thronging to show their solidarity ..

Youths carry a tricolour as they take part in a rally to pay homage to the martyrs and victims of Mumbai terror attacks..

Residents take part in a protest rally against terrorism, in Bangalore .. People wants a tough action against terrorism..

A girl lights candles in the memory of martyrs and victims of Mumbai terror victims, at the Great India Palace in Noida .

Zeroes (politicians) and heroes ( the brave policemen and army men)..

Bhopal shares the pain of nation by lighting lamps…

Get up, arise, awake !  Oh  , Nation …

Hundreds of people joined a candle-light vigil held in east London in memory of the victims of mumbai attack..

The man of Ahimsa still lives in people’s mind when the world is brushed with blood by terrorists…

My Salute to the real heroes , the brave sons of India who gave their life for us to live…

  VIJAY SALASKAR

 HEMANT KARKARE

 ASHOK KAMTE

MAJOR UNNI KRISHNAN

My salute to Gajender Singh and other faceless Indian police men who gave their life for mumbai … May Lord Krishna bless the departed brave souls and give strength to the family and dear ones .

I am nameless , voiceless , defenceless . I am the comman man of India , collectively called. I speak 1,652 languages. I am Hindu , I am muslim , I am Christian , I am Jain , I am Buddhist , I am Zorastrian , I am even atheist , I am fair , brown and black. I practive many diversified cultures. I belong to various races . Even if I like it or not , i am forced to tag along many caste names. With all this diversities existing ,  my own common identity is am Indian.

I dont speak and at times when i speak it does not matter. None takes my words seriously. I am neglected mostly. I am abandoned mostly but do not have a wrong impression that am not powerful . Infact i weild mighty power but I am too absorbed in my personal affairs individually that collectively am weak in most matters. I build the nation. Like individual bricks , I toil silently , I sweat out , I dream big , our personal toilings collectively build the nation. Still I have no voice when i represent collectively as a common man of India. Strange isn’t it ?

I loathe the police . I fear them at times . I chastise them at times. Still when I see them lay their life for the nation , I share the grief silently. Why ? Cause there is a common man beneath those police suits. That common man arise at times to give his life for the nation without second thought. Be it an ordinary cop or the decorated officers. I can be seen in them.

The spirit of common man arises as a phoenix in the name of policeman , in the name of business man , in the name of professor , in the name of Jawan and many more profession . This spirit is what sustains my nation. The never dying , never given up , inspiring spirit of the common man of India ,  the resilent nature of the common man of india ,  the common man’s love of India , my dream of India is what makes my India tide away one more and one more and yet another crisis that it faces.

Still there is one section of me who fails me again and again . Its is the policians of India. Infact it is ironic to know that I , the common man of India , become a politician . Still once I don the political cap , I distance away from the common man within me. Call it a split personality. India will be a much better place if the common man of India still remain a common man of india when he becomes a politician. I , as ever optimist still believe it will happen one day.

I , Common man of India , is a dreamer , is an optimist to the core , I bear the pain silently , I may be wrong at times but mostly good at heart , I still know how to smile during most painful period , I still love my nation and shall always love my nation even if I feel neglected mostly cause India is not just a land but its the spirit of me , the common man of India.

For all those who try to kill me I want to tell something : India is in my spirit and the spirit never dies.

Mumbai’s night turned red , the soul of the city shattered and blood and chaos spilled over. The terror struck the city with long hands claiming the lives of more than 80 and injuring more than 250. The attack was brazzen , audacious and challenging the entire country of India. Its a warning to India , Indian public and shows how ridiculous our politicians are who instead of uniting to fight terror play politics with terror for more votes. Its shamefull that we have politicians of such colours cutting across all parties who are unwilling to join ranks to fight terror but being oppurtunisitics to play communal cards for their own voting arithmatics.

The Indian public should question , should be angry , should seek answers from the political power who are insensitive to the dangers that plague India and our life. Do we ? We at the end of the day tend to forget the events after few days when the dust is settled and bloods are wiped off. We are selfish party and we are partly to be blamed too. We make a mumble only when the terrorist strikes and then later watch the politicians play their callous and dangerous antics. The problem can be contained only if the common public arise to hold the collors ( if possible even the collar bones ) of the Indian politician and seek a solution for it without them playing politics with terror. Do we ?

The terror struck the main areas of mumbai - the hyper-busy CST (formerly VT) rail terminus; the landmark Taj Hotel at the Gateway and the luxury Oberoi Trident at Nariman Point; the domestic airport at Santa Cruz; the Cama and GT hospitals near CST; the Metro Adlabs multiplex and Mazgaon Dockyard . The terror cast its shadow in the streets of Mumbai claiming lives of innocents. Even now as i write this post there are visuals of Taj and Oberai under seige and special commandos trying to secure the hostages.

Meanwhile we lost brave policemen including the senior cops high-profile chief of the anti-terror squad Hemant Karkare , celebrated encounter specialist Vijay Salaskar , Mumbai’s additional commissioner of police (east) Ashok Kamte along with faceless common public and policemen. May their soul rest in peace. May Lord Krishna bless their soul and give their families and friends the strength and support at this most tragic hour.