Friday, November 28, 2008

And I trudged back to work today. Sullen, grim, heavy-hearted, angry, frustrated, helpless. An eerie silence seemed to have engulfed the local train. All around were people with large eyes fixed on newspaper images, probably reminiscing about a Bombay they once knew. A Bombay they can no longer identify. No card-playing, no bhajan-singing, no smiles, no laughter. And then, verbal volleys traded between two people. Evidently, some guy had stepped on the shoes of the other. A fellow passenger quipped, "Ab kya ek doosre ko maaroge?" The voice, firm yet laden with emotion. One of them quickly apologised to the other and all was well again. I guess, these are the best of times and these are the worst of times.