The Fear Stays
Its a Monday. I just left
from office & took a cab. As it appears, there is a lot of traffic today- I
don't understand the reason as to why are Mondays always so overly crowded. The
roads, the trains, the cab lines- everything is hilariously crowded.
As the cab halts at yet
another signal, I check the time & realise its going to take long. I debate
whether I should get down & run- to get the usual train; or should I try my
luck. Being too tired to run a distance of 3 minutes, I decide I’ll better take
the next train.
As I get into the train after
walking peacefully to the station, I see to my surprise that it is not really
crowded. As I settle down at the Window Seat & take out a book to read- a
Nicholas Sparks love story that has engrossed me a lot recently, I hear a lady
asking me where will I get down. For a moment I wonder why does she need to
know- the train is hardly packed. She asks it also to the lady beside me, after
which she settles down on the third seat.
She appears to be those extra
friendly & extra talkative people who just have to speak random stuff with
random strangers. Soon, she takes out her mobile phone & a battery.
I wonder why is the battery separated from the phone. The lady then speaks something with the woman beside
me, telling her that she does not know how to put the battery into the phone.
Which surprises me. I mean she surely doesn't look like a woman who wouldn't
know how to open a phone & put the battery back in. That too, an old Nokia
piece. The lady beside me takes the phone, opens it & puts the battery in.
The woman tells her to restart the phone. All this while, I am actually pretty
surprised. I mean in this age who does not know all this? & judging by her
looks- definitely not people like her. She further asks the lady to dial some
number- which of course, doesn't get connected.
Now I feel panicky. I know
its strange but yes, for a moment there I feel sudden panic. My mind goes
haywire with random thoughts. What if this woman is a wrong person? What if she
knows everything but is just acting innocent? What if she is some terrorist? We
have all seen in the movies how terrorists blow away things by pressing a phone
button. My mind contemplates & then reminds itself of the attacks that
recently occurred in Punjab and how Mumbai has been put on an alert.
My mind, now spinning out of
control, starts framing things. What if something like this happens? What then?
Being overtly sufficient, my brain also recollects all the previous train
bombings- the times, the places, the horrendous news & the stories.
The brain- truly imaginative
to its character- starts thinking about the hows & ifs & then's. What will happen.. What will happen to me.. How will the police interrogate in the
tragedy.. & how soon? Will they catch hold of her? If the police ask me about the lady, how will
i describe her.. What will the
newspapers publish.. Will they do a story on me with those picky lines like ‘how
a girl took a different train than her usual one...’
As my mind continues to spin
out of control, the phone woman- that's what I have named her- gets up. As I
tilt my head to see her, she gets down at the station & leaves. I let out a
sigh of relief.
Now that I am not paranoid,
my brain decides to work logically & makes me think of how stupid I was. It
was just a lady & it drew me thinking weird things.
But then what do I do?
Whatever I have seen in the past & in the recent, it is scary. The way
Mumbai has faced terror attacks- so many times- though I never recall it in my
sane state, the fear stays. Somewhere at the back of the subconscious mind- the
memories- the second degree memories & I call it that because I never lost
any loved one there- they scare me. What happened, how & the after effects-
both on the survivors as well as the general public haunts me. & at such
instances, it surfaces up.
I am sure I am not the only
one. We all have this fear deep down, buried inside us which we never show.
But its there. It is very much there. The ghastly memories of 7/11 train
bombing (11 July, 2006 Mumbai train bombings).... The horrifying memories
of 13/7 (13 July, 2011 Mumbai bombings)... The traumatizing memories
of 26/11 terrorist attacks (26 November, 2008 Mumbai Terror Attacks) though buried inside, are
still fresh. I do not think any Mumbaikar will ever forget them or ever get
over the fear.
Mumbai- the city that never
sleeps. Mumbai- the city that always runs. Mumbai- the city that gets up &
continues to buzz day after day even after being traumatized. The spirit of
Mumbai, as it is said.
Yes, the spirit of Mumbai.
The spirit to bury our fears deep inside & face the world everyday with
belief & faith. The spirit to keep going.
We are not people who do not
feel the fear. We have it running inside us everyday- every time we spot an
unclaimed bag- Every time we see a suspicious person. But we decide against
succumbing to our fears & instead get up & live with the belief that
such things wont happen again. But the fear- its always there.
Like it is said, pushing the skeletons inside the wardrobe doesn't make them dissapear- they are still there.
& our fears are just like the skeletons. Not visible, but very much there.
Mumbai- we love you.
Mumbaikars- we salute you.
(No intentions to hurt any sentiments by the use of the word "Bombay" in the .gif image.
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[Disclaimer: The places and incidents mentioned in the blog (except the incidents mentioned as 26/11, 13/7 & 7/11 and Punjab attacks) bear no resemblance to any person living or dead ; or action or incidence, or any other occurrence. The piece is purely a work of fiction.]