The Blasts and the Superman

I stepped home yesterday and bang! the news of the serial bomb blasts in local trains hit Mumbai. Would the people travelling in those first class compartements have anticipated that they might face a violent death? No. What was their fault? Is this the price they have pay for being born in a communal ridden country? No matter whatever you do, death finds you in the way as it is written to find you-Maktub!
But the way Mumbaikers have reacted to the same, hats-off. These are the real heroes. Not Krish and Superman. Unlike them ,they are un-glamorous. Their bodies stink of sweat ant guts of other people who have just died, while taking them out of the debris. Who is going to write about them? No one. One day they will aslo fade aways like unsung hero does.
But I, on my behalf will take this opportunity to salute those people, who time and time again always put Mumbai back on tracks after the any calamity hits the city. Then may be its the 1993 Bomb Blasts or the Communal Riots or 26/7 Rains or 11/7 Serial Blasts. The intellegience today accpeted the fault of not knowing the place and time of the blasts. Though their speculations is that next target might be Solapur. Looking at all this i remember 4 lines from a Marthi Poet called Mardhekar:
" Aaj pahile maran, gele bhambavun pran, majhya gynanache kumpan, smashcanat." It transaltes as follows:
" I saw death today, and was confused and scared, I know where my knowledge ends, its at the funeral."
Please tell your loved one today that you love them, dont know tomorrow, where you will be.