Salaam India!
‘Skies cry, raining I say
‘Eyes cry, paining I say
‘Losing them, living dead
‘Living dead, losing them!
‘Papa bye bye, mama bye bye
‘See you again, back at home
‘happy faces, lovely families
‘meet again, in the evening!
Uniformed men, brave hearts
Stood against terror, to save our nation
Stood in the line of fire, little hearts at home
Bravery hearts, little hearts at home!
Terrorism, I say, has no religion
Terrorism, I say, has no solution
Terrorism, I say, has taken my brave men away
Terrorism, I say, has ripped my heart away!
Salaam salaam, brother salaam salaam
Salaam salaam, sister salaam salaam
Salaam salaam, officers aalaam salaam
Salaam India, salaam salaam!
In remembrance of the 26th November 2009 Mumbai Terror attacks;
In memory of the people who lost their lives at The Taj Hotel, The Trident, Nariman House, VT Railway Station, Cama Hospital, Leopold Cafe and at many other places;
A gratitude to my brave men in Uniform and my brother and sister civilians who fought bravely against the evil terror and lost bravely their lives;
A sign of gratefulness to the family of the brave officers who stood in the line of fire…;
With love to my Mumbai which stood against the terror and continues to move on;
With love to my India which rise like a phoenix every time it comes under attack;
With love to all, who love for an India with Peace!
Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan, ex-National Cadet Corp, Armed Squadron, India
Salaam India!
In few countries, especially in India, when a great soul passes away, and on the final day of the funeral, if there is a heavy rain, it is referred to the life lived by the person-one who has lived a life of great character and has completed the purpose of their life during their stay; and, so, it is referred to as the Mother Sky crying at the loss of its Child. Similarly, when innocent souls were killed in the 26/11 Mumbai terror attacks, lot many eyes cried, known and unknown, and, I refer that in comparison to the rain.
There were few brave men in Uniform who died in the line of fire to save the lives of the people held hostages and save Mumbai. We lost them, but they are revered post-their death. So, I refer to them as souls, still living in the hearts of every Indian. Whereas, the life of the family members of those brave men, who lost their lives for their nation, is not the same anymore. They are dead due the loss of their beloved ones. And, so, I refer them as living dead, on losing them.
Mumbai witnessed the loss of many innocent lives during the 26/11 terror attacks. Brave men in uniform lost their lives. Lot of people in hotels like Taj and Trident lost their lives while saving the lives of their Customers. What is shocking is, when these people left their home during the day, their children would have said, Papa bye bye, Mama bye bye with happy faces, with the hope to see them back at home in the evening. Little did they know that that would be the last time they are seeing their beloved ones forever.
When the men in uniform with brave hearts daringly fought for saving the nation, they all knew that they also have little lovely hearts-their lovely family members back at home. When the bullet hit them, what would have been the moment thought in their mind-they knew, they have done their duty to save their motherland, and also they knew their little hearts are brave hearts, who will bounce back to live life daringly post-their death.
The 21st century challenges are not self-created. They are the consequences of the World’s collective creation during the 20th century. Terrorism is one of the greatest evil off-spring of the last century. Terrorism has no religion, nor can it offer any solution. They continue to take my brave men away and keep ripping my heart.
I salute my innocent brother and sister civilians who lost their lives during the 26/11 Mumbai terror attack. I salute the brave honorable officers in uniform who laid down their lives for our motherland. I salute Mother India who continues to give brave men and women to fight against the evil forces against her.
Bhupesh Balakrishnan
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Like My Taj!
Like My Taj!
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
You achieved nothing, you achieved nothing
We achieved everything, even after losing
We achieved everything, even after losing
Why the terror? What for this terror?
You achieved nothing, even after us losing
Pinnacle burnt, in my home.
As your fire doused my pinnacle
I come back again, strength to strength
Millions of lives, millions of prayers
Millions of hopes, millions of faiths
Hundreds of religion, hundreds of cultures
Hundreds of languages, hundreds and thousands
Again you come back, we will fight back
Again you come back, we will rise back.
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
Pinnacle burnt, in my home,
As you come back, we will fight back
As you come back, we will rise back
As you come back, we will stand together
As you come back, we will fight together
As you come back, we will continue to move forward, together
Like a phoenix, like my Taj
Like my Taj!
Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan
Dedicated to my Taj(The Taj Mahal Hotel, Tata Group), which raised back like a Phoenix post-26/11 terror attacks.
Dedicated to all my dear brave colleagues of The Taj Mahal Hotel, who lost their lives, while saving the lives of their Customers during the terror attacks.
Dedicated to all my dear brave colleagues of The Taj Mahal Hotel, who witnessed, fought back with valour and wisdom during the 26/11 terror attack, and continue to work there, with the 26/11 scars.
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
You achieved nothing, you achieved nothing
We achieved everything, even after losing
We achieved everything, even after losing
Why the terror? What for this terror?
You achieved nothing, even after us losing
Pinnacle burnt, in my home.
As your fire doused my pinnacle
I come back again, strength to strength
Millions of lives, millions of prayers
Millions of hopes, millions of faiths
Hundreds of religion, hundreds of cultures
Hundreds of languages, hundreds and thousands
Again you come back, we will fight back
Again you come back, we will rise back.
Pinnacle burnt, in my home
Pinnacle burnt, in my home,
As you come back, we will fight back
As you come back, we will rise back
As you come back, we will stand together
As you come back, we will fight together
As you come back, we will continue to move forward, together
Like a phoenix, like my Taj
Like my Taj!
Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan
Dedicated to my Taj(The Taj Mahal Hotel, Tata Group), which raised back like a Phoenix post-26/11 terror attacks.
Dedicated to all my dear brave colleagues of The Taj Mahal Hotel, who lost their lives, while saving the lives of their Customers during the terror attacks.
Dedicated to all my dear brave colleagues of The Taj Mahal Hotel, who witnessed, fought back with valour and wisdom during the 26/11 terror attack, and continue to work there, with the 26/11 scars.
Life Moves On...but?
Life moves on….but?
Smiling faces, happy families
Innocent hearts, brave in actions
Lost their lives, lost their smiles.
Unknown faces, unknown bullets
Unknown grenades, unknown reasons
Unknown reasons, for unknown reasons.
What’s their fault? Who’s at fault?
Who’s at fault? No one takes the blame;
Who’s at fault? No one takes the blame;
Where to go? What to seek?
Who to help? Who to support?
Where the men? Where the brave men?
Where the hearts? Where the innocent hearts?
Where the faces? Where the smiling faces?
Where the families? Where the happy families?
Unknown faces, unknown bullets
Unknown grenades, unknown reasons
What’s their fault? What’s their fault?
Life moves on….but never the same again!
As Life moves on, India moves on
But, never the same life again!
Dedicated to the family members and friends of the brave hearts and the innocent people who lost their lives during the 26/11 Mumbai terror attacks;
Dedicated to each and every family members and friends of the brave hearts and the innocent people who continue to lose their lives every day to the evil forces across India and the World!
Poem written by Bhupesh Balakrishnan, Global Civilian (Civilized global Indian)
Smiling faces, happy families
Innocent hearts, brave in actions
Lost their lives, lost their smiles.
Unknown faces, unknown bullets
Unknown grenades, unknown reasons
Unknown reasons, for unknown reasons.
What’s their fault? Who’s at fault?
Who’s at fault? No one takes the blame;
Who’s at fault? No one takes the blame;
Where to go? What to seek?
Who to help? Who to support?
Where the men? Where the brave men?
Where the hearts? Where the innocent hearts?
Where the faces? Where the smiling faces?
Where the families? Where the happy families?
Unknown faces, unknown bullets
Unknown grenades, unknown reasons
What’s their fault? What’s their fault?
Life moves on….but never the same again!
As Life moves on, India moves on
But, never the same life again!
Dedicated to the family members and friends of the brave hearts and the innocent people who lost their lives during the 26/11 Mumbai terror attacks;
Dedicated to each and every family members and friends of the brave hearts and the innocent people who continue to lose their lives every day to the evil forces across India and the World!
Poem written by Bhupesh Balakrishnan, Global Civilian (Civilized global Indian)
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