May 30, 2006

I'm sure most of you Bombayvasi's must have read the Mumbai Mirror story last Friday about the 24 year-old girl who fell off a local train and lost her arm (the article is no longer available online but a Google cached version exists here). What was more saddening is the fact that she was to leave with her parents for Haryana the same evening to get married on the 28th.

Now like me, most people reading about the incident must have gone 'oh that is so sad!' following which 24 year-old girl who lost her arm is forgotten, her story being filed away somewhere in the archives of our mind.

Reason I'm talking about this is because this whole thing of one unfortunate second changing a persons life forever is something I find really scary. So what do you reckon will happen to that girl then? Will the guy marry her ... will any guy marry her? Will she somehow be able to live a normal life ... and the most important: will she ever be happy again?

Probably the most difficult question to find an answer to -- Why me?

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On the reservation debate that seems to have occupied the nation-- Well, I'm not sure which side to take, really ... in fact I'd even say I'm neutral. It's kinda like the clogging in the Mithi river that runs through Bombay (one of the main culprits in last years flooding, which in most places doesn't even remotely resemble a bludy river - more like a industrial toxic-waste dump if you ask me). To put it very simply -- what goes in must come out. The problem though is that what comes out is usually very foul in comparison to what went in. And that to me is what has happened with the caste-system (which we're still not terribly keen to shake off) and the ensuing reservation problem.

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On Fanaa-- Haven't seen it yet, but I must say I find it quite silly that so many people are going to watch the movie (in spite of the shit reviews) only to see Aamir and Kajol. Now what I'm thinking is this: if there is indeed such a hunger to see them together, then instead of spending so many crores making a rubbish movie, why not get Aamir and Kajol to sit in the back of an open car and parade them through every major city in the country (except maybe in Gujarat of course) ... Not a bad idea, yes?

Peace, love, and lots more where that came from.

9 comments:

FifthBeatle said...

I remember an incident where we were in a local train in Bombay, and it was packed to the hilt so we were near the door hanging on for dear life...

Suddenly one of the other commuters from our train falls off and was hit by another local coming from the other direction! In front of us...

I can assure we pushed our way into the crowded safety of the compartment double quick after tht! And faces quite white too...

manuscrypts said...

on the flip side, its also amazing how we never ask 'why me' when we get a lottery..
and chill man, maybe some people just wanna have some fanaa :D

Aqua said...

oh Gosh...another horror story from the mumbai local trains. i remember a story about a boy who was pushed off a train...and this guy lost his life.

regarding fanaa...i quite agree! :)

Flying Machine said...

Why me? ....... Why not?

That Girl said...

who knows...no one really knows why....i think its not for us to question.. we get mad and rant and rave and do what we do as humans... but it doesnt really change the fact that the girl's arm is gone...

what we can do.. is give support..after.

as for the movies....lol ill always say... bollywood...is all about quantity..and very little quality.

mad angles said...

Peace, love and shoot all the protesting idiots who're making me run around. phew.

Anonymous said...

I didn't know about this local accident story ... shucks, thats awful.

Reminds me of all the rimes my friends and I would be clawing onto the train for dear life on our commute home. It was dreadful then, but makes for fun memories :)

madcap loon said...

haha!! I love the sitting-in-the-back-of-an-open-car idea.

Selma Mirza said...

Its an in-your-face caution for me, because I had recently taken to hanging out of the trains for some fun. Not really hanging out, but just standing at the door, holding tight. Maybe I shouldn't do that anymore.