
Editor’s note
Peace?
have we met?
do I know you?
are you
the proverbial lull
before the storm?
are you the virgin
before… the rape?
…silence
before the scream?
are you a bird song
on a tranquil morning singing softly
before you transmute
into a screeching hawk?
are you the rationale
of dialectics
before strident speeches
of fascists, bigots
and unreason
tear our sanity apart?
If you were born in Bombay and live in Mumbai, there is a whole gamut of experiential complexities that reiterate how the intrinsic character of the city has shifted. Celebrated always, was the fact that Bombay is the most cosmopolitan and inclusive city in the country, where migrants from drought-stricken farmlands would not die of hunger –– there would be some minimum wage opportunity… bread for the day; a small-time businessman could become a big-time tycoon; a Bollywood aspirant from distant Punjab could be a star, or a petty crook could become a don. A heady spirit of “Can do…” unfailingly prevailed.