I was able to read on other blogs and Indian websites about the madness that took place in Bombay earlier in the week. I also read about the aftermath. Now, I was born and brought up in Bombay (barring the few years I was in Oman) and I considered myself a Bombayite. Moreover, I always had the view that had I been anywhere else in India, I would have hated it (I’d been to Madras at 12 and was convinced that Bombay was the best). Bombay to me, was always one of the more advanced cities. And it has been to many, the city of dreams. Hence the population.
However, in spite of being one of the more advanced cities, it is run by the most ignorant of fools. Fools who think that Bombay should only be for Maharashtrians. I’m originally a Tamilian but I have friends who are Maharastrians, Gujaratis, North Indians, Goans, South Indians….you name it. The bottom line is, there isn’t anything that different. Yes, we have different customs but at the end of the day none of that matters. Unfortunately though, it is something that has mattered to the Shiv Sena and the MNS now — they only want their ‘marathi manoos’ (translated: men from Maharashtra) to get the jobs which they believe are being stolen by North Indians as of now (and previously it used to be South Indians). It’s these very idiots in the SS that discriminate against Muslims and threw a fit when the Pakistan cricket team were going to play some years ago.
Enough is enough. This madness needs to be put to an end. What happens after all this? Raj Thackeray gets arrested and then get’s let out (surprise, surprise) and the media makes him sound like a hero or a martyr. How ridiculous is that?
As Indians, we whinge about racism by the west. It’s high time Indians looked in their own backyards first and tried to solve those problems (would you call it regionalism??) before targetting the west. How many Sydneysiders do you see being violent to Melburnians for living in Sydney or vice versa? How many Californians do you see killing people just because they are originally from Chicago?
The madness has got to stop. Now.
Except, I doubt it will.
Until next time.