Life In Metro

"Mamma I am OK. Don’t worry" I said ghastly.
"What happened? What happened there to make me worry? Where are you? " a series of questions bombarded on me from the other side of the phone in a shrieked voice.
"Switch on the TV and the picture will be clear to you. Network will be down soon. We will talk later. Don’t worry about me. I am in as much safe position as one should be in such conditions." I replied immediately and cut the line as my other roomies also agitated to rush their homes by voice transferring instrument, one of the great invention by Alexander Graham Bell. I was sure that my mom must had lifted up the TV remote with quivering hands.
It was the incident when I was on the training of my first job in Bombay. The Date was 11 July 2006 and you might have predicted the deadly disaster. But still for those who hate the word 'GK' like me, it was the serial bomb blast which rocked suburban trains in Mumbai.
That day luckily we were released early from the draggy lecture from one of the senior person in our company, which was lasting since last four days and we ended up thinking that concluding day of this irksome speech would be most probably last day of our training. All the words form that elderly person were beating back from our mind with as much repulsive force as two strong magnets have. Everyday we ended up in gathering lots of questions marks in mind, for which I could not found the solution till date. We were just apathetic audience for him and nothing more than that.
On the way to Company’s Guest house after training, various ideas crowded in our mind to utilize the valuable time we got from training. At last perception of some guys that, they had not crossed the line of any shopping mall since many days, won the battle and finally we decided to make a move to the shopping mall nearby railway station. We decided to spare minimum time in boarding to have more time for shopping and enjoyment. We were just making ourselves ready to belt along outside the house, one of us switched on the TV to make him update with the latest news.
"Hey Friends Come Here Fast. Watch this" he was shouting and gasping like he heard roar of tiger in a lonely jungle. We cast our eyes on the monitor and we remained breathless for next five to ten minutes. The expressions on our faces were so frightening that I could not explain in words. All of us were continuously staring at the TV without blinking the eyes. The thing that scared us and made house pin drop silent was the flashing Breaking News 'Serial Bomb Blast Rocked Mumbai'. Every channel, everywhere it was the same news! The news channels were apologizing for telecasting it live without any editing. We were taking the advantage of as usual competition between news channels to display the latest news to update ourselves. Lots of questions were popping up from channels regarding safety of the financial capital. One,Two,Three....our heart was beating faster and faster as blast counts was increasing finally it stopped at seven. Seven Bomb Blast, for the boys in early twenties who had seen the blast only in Hindi films, still when I imagine that situation it shivers me. One of the Bomb Blast was at ‘Malad’ which was just the next station where we were living. If it was just one station before, that baneful noise might have reached our apartment. We were speechless, we were horrified, we were frightened. Then just then one of us suggested to inform parents about our safety. We start dialing? But what happened to phone? No network? Connection failure? Oh My God! Network might have down as millions of people from the world were trying to connect their relatives, friends as we were. At last we found one of our cell getting connected, one by one we had informed our home about well-being status in as much brief as we could. We were shivered more than the people who were helping the victims, we were seeing in news channels. We were just saved by 15 minutes. Thanks for the god who made clock tickling at same rate. Then no one has dared to step off a single step outside room. We were Panic, horrifying and sad imagining the situation of the victims. Lots of unlucky people had lost their family members, relatives, friends etc.
But from next day itself, people started traveling in the local trains as if nothing had happened. Every channel was appreciating the courage of the Mumbai Public. But was that their courage or need?