The first thing that struck me most on arriving was the apparent normacly that prevailed in most parts. Unlike the general impression of a city under siege or a country under attack, whipped up by the media, the city denizens seemed to go about their vocation quite normally. Till the time I reached the Colaba point, where most shops had been closed down and anxiety seemed writ large on most faces, I didnt see anything amiss elsewhere. In fact some tea shops still functioned and I recharged my laptop from within a public convenience.
The taxi-driver of course was reluctant to take me to the spot and was constantly wondering whether we would be caught in some explosion or violence. The besieged Taj Mahal was more imposing than intimidating. At the time, 27th evening, barring an odd gun shot, and some smoke from somewhere nothing really seemed scary.
Surely the 24/7 TV channels did their worst to spread panic. After a time the driver started phoning me up and pressing me to leave. Obviously he had become nervous, but I wouldnt like to lose his services. I tried to reassure him. The ding-dong continued for a while and he was a releived man when I finally chose to call it a day. He was apologetic, blaming it all on his wife, rather on the TV channels. Seeing the hysterical live coverage, his wife had panicked and she wouldnt leave him in peace!
Neither then nor subsequently did I encounter any overt hostility to Muslims. People were aghast, yes, and scoffed at the non-existent government, but it was difficult to find anyone saying kill muslims or even destroy Pakistan.
And there was this gem from a parivaar-type chap: Sir, I only wish Manmohan Singh is not foolishly hustled into a war with Pakistan…for they have atom bombs, some mad man can press the button! For once I silently thanked A.Q.Khan, the father of the Pak bomb. If theres a deterrent, it is that perhaps!
No Marathi manoos, no Bal Thackeray-like rhetoric, knives were not out anywhere. Clearly Mumbai is a much more sobered place than what it once was in the aftermath of Babri Masjid destruction. That was some relief.
This is not to say people are not bitter, only resetnment is not boiling. Only as a perceptive observer pointed out, “They are waiting for things to settle down, after which one can perhaps see some action…I cant be so sure…”
But the other perspective was people had learnt their lessons. “saab, if we fight, it is we who suffer, not the politicians, everyone has come to realize that,” said a Hindu petrol bunk operator.
As for Congress being badly mauled in the Assembly elections, it’s too early to say. Even a parivaar-type seemed angry with Modi for seeking “to play politics in this hour of fire.”
I couldnt get to speak to many a Muslim. But one could see them moving around freely. A number of bearded men in long-flowing kurtas kept coming to the Taj point, watch the spectacle.
So far so good.
But the West seems to be more anxious to dismember Pakistan than even the sanghis. From Barak Obama’s assertion of India’s right to “pursue the terrorists” to a B BC News anchor’s ‘firmly telling” Pak High Commissioner to India that most Indians wanted war with Pakistan, it looks like they are egging on India to “complete the unfinished agenda.”
That is going to be disastrous for everyone around, nuke bombs or none. Let us hope that Manmohan singh would not fall for such baits.
The worst point of the whole episode is the screaming coverage by the media, especially the Times of India. Absolutely disgusting. Even while claiming to be secular they could have poisoned the minds of the ordinary Mumbaikar beyond help.
A rage against political class is ok, but revanchist breast-beating is condemnable.













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