GUTS

Not the money it makes.
Not the pace it sets.
Not the drama it sells.
A city is made by the guts it shows.
On a day when you're hit by 4 terror strikes in 15 minutes
and half the city rushes to help instead of rushing away,
that's guts.

When you pay half the nation's taxes in return for almost half its liabilities
and still show up at work when train services are disrupted
that shows guts as well.

When you crush a man firing an AK-47 into a bear hug
so all the bullets stay in your body and dont hit anyone else,
that's guts.

When you abandon your fancy car on a flooded road
and wade on to keep an appiontment with someone
who probably just abandoned the Virar local,
thats guts.

When a cabbie drives a pregnant woman to hospital,
through bullets and grenades at no cost
but overcharges the next customer to cover his loss,
thats guts.

When you open a vada pav stall next to McDonalds
and believe thats fair competition,
thats guts.

When a cafe thats been blown to bits by terrorists
opens to record crowds in just three days,
causing it to close early because it cant handle the demand,
thats guts.

So, the point really is this.

You can bomb our hotels and shoot out our railway stations.
You can spill our blood and shed our tears.
You can narrow our minds and widen our distances.

BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO ABOUT OUR GUTS?

MUMBAI
THE GUTS OF A NATION

what do we do with u??

what am i supposed to do with a sister who loves to box?? sounds real daunting rite?she just punched her way thru another girl today and i was left standing with the question can someone actually breed that much violence??you should have seen her jab away at this girl who towered over her.rhea, thats my sister, jus ran at her like this demented animal and pounded her to pulp.i have seen her bouts before but nothin prepared me for this.its only after she had cooled down and i decided it was ok for me to approach her without getting hit that she told me what really happened before the bout.this girl supposedly had asked for a fair fight and my sister took it like a sport.unfortunately that girl forget her promise to her and punched my sister..
well i dont need to say the rest but yeah...all hell broke loose indeed..


but why am i talkin bout this here today..it just got me wondering bout the human psyche...how in a moment of rage we forget all relationships, bonds and brothers..and sisters for sure.how when we are hurt this instinct just kicks in and all we can think off is causing as much hurrt and pain as possible.sometimes it doesnt even require the thinkin part,it just happens.


maybe thats how the mob mentality works afterall..a few people just play on the minds of innocent bystanders and just like how my sister annihilated her opponent today we see how a brother turns on his own, how a friend doesnt think twice before reping his friend's wife or mother, how neighbours destroy the very homes of people they have shared most of the life with..all those memories come to nothing.
you might say that rhea's example makes this really extreme but its what happens rite??an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth huh??
its like the line from 'THE FIDDLER ON THE ROOF.'
"GOOD!!THAT WAY WE CAN ALL BE BLIND AND TOOTHLESS!!"

THE BEGINNING

well this is me starting out wit my blog. were do i begin. there is so much one has to say and for those who know me know my capacity to just keep on jabbering. although it doesnt have to besomething that neccesarily means anything. but yeah this is what happens to me when iv got so much to say. i forget what i have to say in the first place
were to begin now....
do i talk about what is happening in the world and sound like any news anchor we see on tv?
should i talk about what my life has been till now and bore half the world with its ordinariness(if such a word exists!)....
or i guess i should jus leave it at this till i come across something worth sharing with you all and not being a waste of your time......
so untill then
rohitmathewthomas.