I CANNOT believe it's happening again...

My poor city. It's mayhem, 80 dead and counting, the Taj on fire and spreading, AK 47 toting terrorists running loose, explosions at hospitals and railway stations, gunfire at Leo's, hostages at teh Oberoi...... it's like a recurring nightmare. Every decade, a well orchestrated and successfully implemented plan to bring the city to her knees. What other city in the world, which is not a combat zone, ever sees anything like this? Not just once, so as to become a banner date like 9/11, but repeatedly. And yet again, I'm in the wrong city, impotently listening, trading emails/calls, watching the destruction of the city I love. We love. Unable to express my rage. Everyone that matters to me is fine, but it's more than that. It's my home and I hate being a bystander while it's being ripped apart.
The same feeling of helplessness during the 1993 serial blasts, of not being there where I belonged. Of not being part of that throng of Bombayites that went back to work without a blink the following day. As horrible as it sounds, I couldn't give a toss about this city - I'd feel bad, but hardly unadulterated fury, frustration and abysmal sadness. Who else but another Mumbaikar will understand, how upset you are when you worry together about the fire at the Taj spreading - it would be a calamity to lose the Taj, whereas, when you're 1.3 billion, hey, we can lose a few. Debating the merits of stringing the terrorists together and shooting them in front of a TV audience vs. a bond style bomb wrapped terrorist detonation vs burning them alive. Leave the concept of justice and our overburdened courts for the aam janta. This deserves only death. Oh, we have a winner, "chop their ears off and make a necklace of them and hang it at the entrance of the city... the fate that awaits you if you so much as look at the city with an evil eye!!", no wait, "skulls on totem poles". Actually, I'm kind of leaning towards an oldie but a goodie. "String them up by their eyelashes to the ornate ceiling fans at the Taj, with a slow burning fire under each bollock. Remember to brown evenly and serve the charred on the outside, perfectly slow roasted on the inside flesh, slightly cooled to our large pariah population would enjoy providing a fitting end".
I don't believe this. Some idiot is worried about the message this will send. I mean really, who gives a FUCK?! My poor poor city. Just chatting with Mim, she's upset, Sonia on the phone, she's in shock, Khush is the winner with his necklace of ears, and I can feel my pulse ratchet up a notch. How DARE they?? The indifferent cold bloodedness of these attacks makes me so angry. And human rights activists moan about India's track record. When they do this to your city, and you can just sit and watch with a benign eye, it's time to go fuck yourself.