drop of blood

city that welcomed me with open arms and love when i was born.. city that gave me my first wing.. city that made smile through my pain.. city that taught me to make my spirit undauntable .. city that brought me to back level 0 when i floundered .. city that protected me from the harsh blow of poverty.. and what more city dint just do it for me ... it did so for millions staying here.. indiscriminately.. unquestionably and with the same passion... yes just like a mother.. never asking only giving and protecting..

yes never asking

but today when she needs blood to save her other children.. many of her children turn deaf.. they cocoon in their high rise / low rise houses pretending they would love to help but all of a sudden develop selective deafness and wear the plug of selfishness..

the so called protectors who abuse the word to a new order unthinkable to be read as politician as expected abuse her and ensure she gets more abused at the hands of evil as they are part of the same tree ..

it would sound cliche that it could have happened to you.. but it is no longer it could.. today the situation is like it sure will happen to you .. those out there who have been cowards its only a question of time... and your time will come more sooner than later ..

the spirit of mumbai or bombay we shout about is only the spirit of handful few but then it really needs a handful to bring in a revolution.. so will this really happen .. here I am writing this blog instead of spearheading this revolution .. so hypocrisy is universal phenomenon and waiting for things to happen rather making it happen is apparently the best mantra