It was an unusual night; I could see my watchman keeping an eye on the main gate of the building. I was confident, he is not aware of the situation; my heart went out for him, as he too is armed with just one “Laati” (stick). When I opened my sliding window, he showed his alertness by quickly fixing his gaze on me, “Sabhi log aa gaye kya!” I asked him, “Haan Madam, khaali ‘H’ saab ka aana baaki hain, uske baad gate bandh kar dega”. (Has Everyone returned to their den? .. Yes Madam, except for Mr, H, once he enters, I will lock the gate!). I have left this special instruction with the watchman from the time I am holding the post of ‘Chairperson’. My neighbours have called me “darpok madrasi” (Coward Madrasi (Madrasi is a slang word used by Mumbaikars for all Southies). I tell them, it is always better to be safe. Residents of my building who come past 12.00 have to follow certain secret security procedure to alert the watchman, in case he is not at his place (Watchmen are famous to move out of their place at nights after locking the gate and go to a dinghy corner and hit the sack!). Once he is alerted through secret security procedure, he will open the gate, no hanging around with friends and chatting at the gate, no waving out “Tata” “Bye –Bye’s” at the gate, the moment he opens the gate, we need to pull our car in or walk in, so that he can immediately lock the gate! As I finished the conversation, I heard the slam of the lift gate on my floor! I knew my neighbour has come, he walks in pretty late every day! I spotted him through my peep hole! Thank God, he has reached safely. The volume of my television was a bit high at that time as I was out of my seat for around 2.5 minutes! I rushed back to find messages waiting for my answer, “Mals where are you, what happened yaar! Why are you not answering the messages!” It was the night of 26th November 2008! The dark night ended with a doom dawn! As I was about to enter the lift, my neighbour asked me, “Today also, you are going to office!” I retaliated, “I am not a ‘darpok madrasi’, when my time comes, nobody can stop me, so why worry”. “Did you watch the television,” she asked me. “Till 5 in the morning”, “Why, your sister and her family is safe, your friends were safe nah! Then why the hell you need to worry of what is happening in the nation, it is all political game, exchange of money and fight for position. I slept peacefully as my kids and husband was safe at home and my relatives were also safe in their pad”. I shot back, “You will realize the grief, when you lose someone in the blast! I lost my best friend in 1993 bomb blast, I saw my dear friend fighting for life in 2003 blast of train at Mulund, I know what this blast mean! I had asked my other friends to run from pillar to post to look out for my friend whose mobile was dead, whose voice was not heard by me, I was crying bitterly in office”. My friends went searching from one hospital to another; one of the staff also told them to search the morgues!! My prayer to Guruvayooappan and my best friend Ganesha finally cracked his whereabouts. He was admitted in a hospital and was battling for life with splinters and injury in ICU! He is alive and happy today, but the gloom on the face of his parents who flew down from Delhi after hearing the news, the gloom on the face of a father, who lost his young unmarried daughter in the 1993 blast, can never be forgotten.” I just walked in to the waiting lift and hopped in the car! The driver of the car was more considerate, “Madam, raat bhar soya nahin, bas T.V hee dekhtha raha, bahut boora hua Madam”. Well, call me mad, call me crazy, I cannot hit the sack saying “My family is safe, forget Bomb Blast”.