A movie based on the daily life or may be day to day lifestyle of a middle class mumbikar and hats off to the director, producer and the all the Artist in the movie for connecting it to a middle class person and reflecting the aftermaths of Bomb blast.
I remember that day when I was working at Andheri west and just before the Bomb blast went off, we were leaving the office and it was 6.30pm. I had just switched off my PC and one of my colleague got a call from their home about the Bomb Blast at the station. We again started the PC’s and logged on to internet about the news… the number of bombs spots increased as we were refreshing the pages of the internet. We decided to stay in the office for the time being and then somehow I thought I need to reach the Andheri east station so that I can take a bus from there and reach Ghatkopar station and subsequently can take a central railway train and reach Dombivli. Also they had jammed the mobile services so I couldn’t call at home and let them know about me being safe. But then somehow I could call my neighbour’s landline and asked them to inform at my home that I am safe and will be reaching in 2 hrs time.
While I reached Ghatkopar station, there were few injured people who had sustained some minor injuries. There clothes were red in colour(blood - bathed). I some how thought of offering them water which I was carrying but couldn’t gather that much strength to ask them. One of them had injuries on hands and fingers. The blood was slowly dripping and they were trying hard to stop them. I cried and was helpless and was thinking what will be the reaction of his family members. I am sure he wouldn’t have worked for atleast a period of 15-20days. What if there injury would have been a permanent disability? What will be the life of that person? What if he’s the only earning member of that family?......
All these questions started in my mind and tears were running from my eyes and I tried to call my friends or family but since the phone lines were jammed, I was all by myself. I was nervous….my hands were cold. I couldn’t move myself and I was just crying. I was thinking about them. They got down at Mulund station. I kept on looking at them till i can see them.
When I reached home it was almost 10pm in the night. I couldn’t speak to my parents about this incident and I rushed to refresh and started crying again. I was thinking what is the life for some one who has lost someone in this blast or may be for those who have got any permanent disability, it is more difficult to sustain. The faces of injured people ran in mind and I could only see them.
Till date I haven’t spoken to anyone about what I had seen and still my eyes get wet when I think about the incident. I can’t forget this incident in my whole life. But today when i watched this movie, it thought of sharing this incident.
Even before this incident had happened, I had heard a bomb blast which had happened in a Bus near Ghatkopar station. The train in which I was travelling had just left the ghatkopar station. My train jumped in the air for a second and banged on the track. The driver didn’t stop the train. We could see some fire and smoke coming from that area, but since the train had got into the speed. We just left and then few people got a call from their friends and relatives telling them about the mishap. During that time I couldn’t understand anything and was just thinking of reaching home. My sister was in the next train and her train was stopped for quite a long time at ghatkopar station. She reached home quite late and started crying and hugged mom tightly. She caught hold of mom tightly for about 10mins and couldn’t speak. She saw the injured people who were blood bathed at that time.
While I was watching this movie, my eyes were filled with tears and couldn’t stop them. My hands were shivering. I could imagine the state of terror which they must have gone through and I saw the way people who helped carrying the injured people. I saw those blood bathed clothes and their hands helping for the better cause. Truly it’s the spirit of people that have kept Mumbai coming over such incidents again and again. This is what Mumbai is…and that’s the way life is carried. Even today while getting into the train, if these things come in my mind by any chance, I don’t board the train as I lose confidence.
But yes, I have got that much strength to offer water to an injured person. Or for that matter I can help people in such incidents. But I pray to god that these incidents shouldn’t occur as it takes away some lives of people.
I would request all to see this movie and pay a tribute to all those who have lost someone and pray to god for those who have survived that incident and bless all the people who somehow helped these people.
