A Place of Peace, used as corridor for terrorism…

Posted: April 30, 2015 in Community, life, Mumbai, Peace, Social, Terrorism
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AS 3

Machhimar is a name of a place near the western coast line of Mumbai, near the great known palace of Shahrukh Khan and a few kilometers before that great Sea-link bridge. It’s actually a big slum area where mostly fishermen live with their fishing boats and nets. Long before when even whole part of Mumbai was not integrated, from then people from various parts of India, some from presently Pakistan came and started fishing in the sea. They sail in the evening and sometime even go for a few weeks. They get married in their own society and produce children. Year after year, decade after decade and son after dad, it’s a heredity business. Catch fishes from the sea, and sell them to local vendors. Vendors buy fishes according to market demand and their strategy to maintain the price. Sometime some people don’t return. They vanish in the depth of sea. Their wife, families wait for them for a few months and then get married with someone else or die without being cared by any of her known.AS 2

Sometime some of their children ranks good in board exam and defeating the poverty continue to get higher education and earn money. Then either they shift to some other place to stay or just simply leave their parents to keep their head high in the status oriented society.

They got another reason to smile, a newest way of earning some money. While Ajmal Kasab came in India and attacked the great Taj Mahal hotel, Victoria Terminus and killed three police officers to make headline in paper in almost all the world famous dailies, all the newspapers and information agencies dragged their asses to find out the way of their entering in to Mumbai, where life never stops, dreaming gets bigger and better turnover every day, every moment. Machhimar was the place, from where they entered in the city. They studied a lot on their possible gateway to India and made plan to reach through that place. They had two reasons to choose the place as their entry point. One, people are more into earning their daily bread than noticing anything else and two, people watch cricket here. There was a cricket match of India when they stepped in the land of the city of dream, largest democracy at large.

Irfaan, a old man with rug like veins all over his hand and legs, tried to understand who the person was but failed, he made a sound in the darkness of Machhimar and asked who it was, someone of them replied harshly and told him to shut up. It happens when rich men walks in the slum area, they expect those starved hard working people to keep their mouth shut, if they had the power of making everything automated, they would have kicked these people out of the world also. Abdul was walking infront of his four by four feet room as his daughter was changing dress and they had only that space to live with. He also heard the sound of some people’s walk but he thought concentrating on his biri would be better option than concentrating on those studs.AS 1

Slowly the team came inside the land of India and got started with their plan to attack on our pride. Ajmal Kasab was hanged till death a year before after long legal trial and Machhimar got a tourist spot attention among people from various countries. People from different countries and obviously ever curious India started gathering in the place to give an alternative income source to the children and young people out there, they guide the visitors and show the place where those intruders came inside and earn ten to twenty rupees. Irfaan, became topic of amateur novice photographer’s with his camera friendly rug looking veins all through sculptured body and typical brown colored country cigar, locally known as biri. Initially he felt bad for the reasons behind becoming famous for an odd and painful reason, but slowly he started enjoying flashlight and the local people started earning a few bucks…


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