My heart is heavy and my eyes are laden with tears

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[FONT=&quot]Why do you all make me cry and soak me with blood? Why should I be the victim of your hatred? Why I am chosen in your wicked thoughts? I love you all very much. I do not distinguish you with caste or creed. I carry the heavy footprints of mankind from all religion with pride. I stand tall during crisis and give you the bed to sleep. I am the dream of millions of people on Earth who come to me with hopes in their heart. I have lived up to their dreams and have given them bread and butter and have made sure each gets his corner. I do not distinguish them as the child of “Imran” or “Alex” or “Venkatesh”. They are all my children who have the same form and mind and are given the same capabilities to think and perform. Yet, few raise the baton and shed blood. I have been smelling blood from the time the earth has been formed; I am tired of seeing my children die on me. When they fall on me with their closed eyes, all I have to tell is, was your life worth the sacrifice? Whom did you satisfy my child? Why did you give yourself in to such petty fights created by few hooligans living in mansions? I am weeping coz I had made a room for you and your family but you chose to go the wrong way. When another one screamed for help, I was giving him warmth and praying someone notices him and gets his admitted in the nearest hospital. I could see his father coming in tatters to pick up his genetic child to the hospital crying all the way, there is no other bread winner in the family and he does not have money to spend for the treatment. I was still on my prayers for this child as he had lost his limb in the fight. I could hear the echoes of laughter and fun from the house of the men who created it. They were gulping down liquor of foreign brand and there were food from different religion on their dining table. My heart is so heavy my dear and my eyes are laden with tears. I do not want to here the gun shots again; I do not want to see bodies piled on me again. I am not prepared to see my kids getting wandered in the myths of religion, I am extremely moved my friends. The sea comes and wipes my tears, the wind blows cold breeze in me to keep my sorrows out, like a mother, all that I want is happiness for my children. I am Mumbai and my heart is heavy and my eyes are laden with tears. I am not part of this communal riot. I love my kids from all sectors of the world. Do not entwine me in your dirty thoughts; do not drag me in your evil deeds. I want all of you to live happily; I want to hear more success stories as I am tired of the blood spat on me from my own children. I am Mumbai and my heart is very heavy and eyes are swollen with tears.[/FONT]</pre>

 

Dear Chits,

After a long time gap, I see you in my thread with the first FB. There is an old saying "Bad Habits die hard". I would like to say, "In few, good habits also die hard". I am a thorough Mumbaikar, in my habits and culture. My first spoken words were Hindi and Marathi. I have learnt my mother tongue quite late in life. There are many like me in Mumbai who cannot imagine life beyond this city which is so full of life. We walk down the road at 1 at night and still find 100's of people walking with us. There is no fear in this city as we find the whole city our home. Barring few souls who are trying to disturb the communal harmony in this beautiful city which is also called as "MAYANAGARI" as it had made many dreams come true, we can never hate Mumbai. My heart actually cries for my city.