The flight landed at just before 2 pm and I could see more than the usual security personnel at the airport. From what I heard; there had been a bomb blast at 1.30pm at the Bombay Stock Exchange. My friends and I joked that it must be the work of Harshad Mehta - the prime accused in the largest stock market scandal (until then) that shook the Indian financial markets in 1992. By 2.20pm; I was all ready to leave the airport for meet the most wonderful thing in my universe; the Queen of Bandra - hotel Searock Sheraton. News just came in that there was a second blast in South Mumbai. I hailed a cab and under the influence of my sixth sense plus a longing to meet my mom ordered it to drive me home. I kind of worked out that 2 blasts would soon drive the City into a panic mode, and then who knows what the situation would be? By the time I reached home at 3pm; the streets were empty - deserted - an almost erie quiet. At my home; everyone was watching the telly. 4 more blasts had hit South and Central Mumbai by the time I had got home. Had I been moving towards Bandra; I would have been caught in standstill traffic as one of the explosions created mayhem in Mahim.
Barely 20 minutes had passed and I got news that Searock and the two Centaur (Air india owned) hotels had fallen victim too. By the end of the day there were 13 explosions that left some 300 dead and more than 1000 injured. Thankfully no one died at Searock. But; I could have. Had I visited Searock; then I would have made my way to my favourite spot in the hotel - the Executive Club Lounge - on the 18th floor to catch the latest news gripping the City on CNN and BBC. As was my habit; I would have occupied a chair next to the north side floor to ceiling windows overlooking the poolside. The blast that happened at 3.10pm was just 2 rooms away. It shattered most of the window panes in that section and a lot of the lounge furniture ended up on the terrace deck 8 floors below; and shrapnels of glass as far as the pool deck some 50mts. away. I think my favoured chair was one of them too. The hotel had just completed its renovation, and it now looked like it would need another one. Guess there was nothing more iconic in the suburbs that made it the target; or possibly the terrorist camp confused ITC (the hotel management company) with ITDC (a government owned hotel company). I say this because no other private property was targeted; the other hotels hit were government owned.
I may have personally escaped any harm; but for Searock and my family, things just went from bad to worse. Our personal financial loss mattered to no one; neither the State nor the government owned insurance companies. It just broke our back and life was never the same again. Years later; we had to exit the hotel; which by then had started resembling the dilapidated ruins of the Bandra Fort that stood next to it. Gone were the pride and glory with which it once stood as an address by itself. The Taj Land's End was now the new landmark and Searock the eyesore building across. Those that suffered a loss demanded that justice be served and compensation be provided. I doubt if we will ever be compensated, and if justice will ever be served to our satisfaction. Certainly not by hanging the accused; which has given birth to a national debate on capital punishment, and if the accused actually deserved a death sentence. Irrespective of what people feel the system has failed in delivering both justice and compensation to those impacted directly by the incident. On the other hand, I won't be surprised if the one put to the gallows today ends up as a martyr for those who believe that he stood for the "eye for an eye" principle; never mind whose eye was gouged in revenge*. The fire of hate has just been fanned a bit more and the wounds of the incident cut up all over again.
Today; the sea and rocks are still there but no SeaRock. The rubble of its demolition is part of the rocks; and its memories buried in the sea. Maybe its ghost is still fighting for justice and compensation for the family that built it and refuses to let anything new to rise in its place.
Today; the sea and rocks are still there but no SeaRock. The rubble of its demolition is part of the rocks; and its memories buried in the sea. Maybe its ghost is still fighting for justice and compensation for the family that built it and refuses to let anything new to rise in its place.
Ironically; the day the honourable Judges of The Supreme Court of this great Nation was debating the accused's mercy petition; there was a brutal terror attack in Punjab apparently sponsored by the same perpetrators that masterminded 1993 as a reminder of the blast from the past.
* The 1993 Mumbai Blasts were the supposed retaliation to the demolition of the "Babri" mosque in Ayodhya.