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MUMBAI ROCKS!!

Dear Terrorist,

Even if you are not reading this we don't care. Time and again you
tried to disturb us and disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by
planting bombs in trains, buses and cars. You have tried hard to bring
death and destruction, cause panic and fear and create communal
disharmony but
everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful. Do you know how we pass
our life in Mumbai? How much it takes for us to earn that single rupee?
If you wanted to give us a shock then we are sorry to say that you
failed miserably in your ulterior motives. Better look elsewere, not here.

We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis and Marathis or Punjabis and
Bengaliies. Nor do we distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.
employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if you
like). We will not allow you to disrupt our life like this. On the last
few occassions when you struck (including the 7 deadly blasts in a
single day killing over 250 people and injuring 500+ in 1993), we went to
work next day in full strength. This time we cleared everything within a
few hours and were back to normal - the vendors placing their next
order, businessmen
finalizing the next deals and the office workers rushing to catch the
next train. (Yes the same train you targetted)

Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood
donating volunteers were seen outside various hospital, where most of the
injured were admitted. By 12 midnight, the hospital had to issue a
notification
that blood banks were full and they didn't require any more blood. The
next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%, trains &
buses were packed to the brim, the crowds were back. The city has
simply dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with greater vigour.

We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, do
not dare to threaten us with your crackers. The spirit of Mumbai is
very strong and can not be harmed.

Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to
hands of a terrorist in Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then
read this message which is specially meant for him!!!

With Love,
From the people of Mumbai (Bombay)

Comments

Abhishek Nevgi said…
hey Tanaz , very well versed .. looking forward to a similar article sometime soon ..

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