You have probably watched scenes of the terror attack on my city, Mumbai, as the ‘drama’ went on for almost 60 hours. You got to watch it in detail because the targets were five-star hotels.
You have seen our celebrities and think about how well they are dressed, how global we really are. I mean, we are so global we even call this horrendous incident Mumbai’s 9/11, as though we have not suffered for years.
You don’t like this, right?
Now let me tell you I have lived in this city all my life. My longest trip away from home was 40 days. I knew each of those places that were attacked, not just the posh ones.
Yet, I have refused to condemn the attacks. I won’t because I will not dismiss off a tragedy, and the sick face of society, in one sentence.
I refused to attend a candle-light vigil.
I said it in so many words: “Not interested.”
I am not interested in standing there with melting wax to support victims and further mess up security arrangements so soon after the tragedy.
Tragedy has been made into a joke – “I left my kids at home to be here”, “I am not having a party”, “I am wearing black”.
People want me to be silent. Don’t ask questions.
We want soundbytes. We want pretty mouthfuls. We don’t want answers.
Because when we have answers we need to find solutions. We don’t have them. Or want them.
We are now on the world stage as a wonderful hotel going up in flames.
Millions of my countrymen and women have never heard about it or seen it. Even on TV. They don’t have TV. They don’t have electricity.
Just thought I’d let you know, in case CNN missed out on it.