Thursday, November 27, 2008



Every ten min today I’ve refreshed the Rediff page.
They’ve just reported grenade blasts outside the Taj.

I weep inside, thinking of the lovely lobby.. the mural by MF Hussain behind the reception counter, the waterfall, the intricate carved wall on one end, the marble inlay floor... all wrecked.
You go off the lobby, into the old taj, the lovely boutiques on one side, the displays on the other- the b&w photos of celebrities, Pt Nehru, Jackie Kennedy, Shobha De in her heydays...such a sense of history- all gone.

You go up the impressive curving iron staircase with the iron head of Dadabhai Naoroji at the landing.
The Sea lounge on the first floor. The Crystal Room, with its glorious chandeliers and ornate glass...The Princes Chamber, with the framed sepia portraits of the erstwhile rulers... all gone
And the layout of the old Taj? Almost like an old style Indian house, around a central courtyard…
I weep inside- remembering the lunch they’d serve on silver plates just a week ago, and how I’d asked for an empty dish so as to not waste food, no, it will never be the same again. That celebratory midnight dinner at the Chambers, and how the food didn’t seem so great, it will never be the same again.

And the Oberoi. Or the Trident or the Hilton. Whichever name its being called by. So often one has trooped from the old to the new, not sure where the meeting was. Memories of walking into the lobby a novice so unsure, overawed by the large glass windows, the piano in the atrium, the sight of so many people. Slowly how one got used to it. Freezing at the conf room in the business center because the AC was too efficient, gawking at the baubles on display at the boutiques. Looking all day at the sea from the 16th floor, watching her change moods, envy at the distant apartments the views they’d have…

How dare they.


6 comments:

k said...
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Quin Browne said...

how dare they indeed.

however, you and the parent are safe..

however, we (in the us) have no idea..none. we've had two attacks, two vicious violent attacks..still, i do not know how it is done, always wondering...


be safe, my friend. the universe go with you, wrap you in safety.

Baby Island said...

You know, I woke up this am to this news on NPR. My only thought (well, of many) was of you and hoping for your safety. The why of this is never going to make sense. Never.

How dare they. I agree.

It makes my day of dealing with a bitchy boss for 5 minutes seem like nothing.. Well in fact in comparison it IS nothing. The news here where I am so close to the border of Canada only spouted numbers of Canadians injured/killed or free from the terrorist attack.

My mental arms reach out to you in a feverish way, wishing to hold you and yours safe.

This is wrong. Much love, baby island

austere said...

Quin, babyisland- it hits the most when it hits close to home. Still struggling to COMPREHEND why some can be so cruel. It is a different scale.

Portia said...

i'm so glad you shared this, these words, these pictures. the loss of lives is the most tragic, but the loss of history, beautiful history at that, is irreplaceable as well. sometimes i just can't fathom the world.

i'm really, really glad to come find you here.

austere said...

Portia- I'm glad you came, too. The Taj is what palaces must have been like once upon a time, opulent, perfect, no expense spared,a way of living...