Letter to Mr MNS

Letter to Mr MNS

(If undelivered, please make copies and distribute around the city. Should reach the effer some day)

Not-so-dear Mr MNS,

I feel great regret to inform you that I have to write to you (of all people) about few happenings in the city I call Bombay. I hate it that I have to write to you, someone I would never ever like to keep any relations with...Not even of a letter sender-recipient!

I take great pride in informing you that firstly, there were terror attacks in many places in South Bombay, which included places of heritage value. Secondly, the rescue operations at the Taj and Oberoi hotels and Nariman House were carried out by (mostly) creatures you call ‘North Indian’. I hate to even make that distinction, but what to do you only understand the language of discrimination.

I’d also like to bring to your notice that I openly REFUSE to call myself a Mumbaikar (I never did, even before this). I am and will always remain a Bombayite. Sounds more sophisticated and classy. Unlike u!

Also apart from informing you about certain important happenings of the city you hold ransom to more often than not, I’d also like to ask you a few questions.
Questions a journalist’s heart can’t keep inside.
So I shoot here…The questions of course…

Where the fcuk were you and your Sena cowards when the whole rescue operation was underway?

Were you even aware of the attacks in the city?
(Let me give you the benefit of doubt. May be you thought it was happening in Bombay not Mumbai, so I understand you just shut the fcuk up and played cricket in your lane. In any case, I’ve informed you about the same).

Okay. All forgiven.

Did you have the urge to drive out the ‘North Indian’ commandos playing against life and death to save lives of fellow ‘Indians’ and foreigners alike?
Why the double standards, Mr MNS?

What gives you so much courage to fcuking come at public rallies and make provocative statements when you can’t even open your bloody mouth to console the families suffering coz of cowardly acts?

Aren’t you also, when you go on rampage killing ‘outsiders’, a terrorist?

I hope these questions will find their way to your conscience and get themselves answers we all Bombayites are dying to hear.

Also, let me take this opportunity to bestow on you few awards. All Bombayites have nominated you coz no other idiot could vie for any. You won, hands down, Mr MNS! Congratulations!

Do accept. The whole of Bombay will be grateful and pleased.

Award for the Most Coward Politician

Award for the Most Impotent (how I love this word) Local Terrorist

Award for the ‘Man’ (I have a doubt) ) holding Bombay for ransom the maximum times

Award for the ‘Man’ with no better work to do than change names of everything ‘he’ sees

Award for the Most Shameless Creature on Planet Bombay
(I even hate to acknowledge you as part of Planet Earth, Hope Planet Bombay gets rid of you sooner than they expect to).

Award for the Most Unnecessarily Violent Politician

Award for Serial Rioter

Half an hour too late

Endless notes, hate messages, abuses etc. have been hurled in retaliation to the grenades hurled by impotent bastards ambushed in close-to-heritage structures like the Taj, Oberoi’s, and Nariman House. The recent inhumane terror attacks have left us with a cocktail of emotions that change every passing second. My heart and mind have been raped several times over thinking of what if I was there at VT station when the gratuitous firing took place. Just half an hour too late. I thank my stars and all in between, to have reached home safe and sound on an unusual Wednesday which could have been the last issue shutting of my life (I work for a weekly travel magazine which we put to bed every Wednesday). Almost every week, by the time we shut the issue it’s 10pm or plus.

Just before leaving office at 8.30pm that day (November 26, 2008) I said to my Editor, “We’ve shut quite early today?”

To which he answered, “Most of the pages were done yesterday itself, only cover story was left to be done.”

That question and answer will be etched in my memory forever, as it will serve as the reason for my survival in the attack. All happens for a reason.

So many could have been lucky, like me, to have taken an unusual decision, an unusual call that might have saved what they could have gone through otherwise.

But most others, including some brave officers could not live to see the operation complete. All salutes, all respect, too all U deserve it…

Many thanks to the supernatural power for keeping me alive to write this little note of thanks…the power that controls time, the power that ran half an hour late…