hi,

I just completed my school and i was happy to join college. Its was December '03. I was coming from college and my friends dad came to pick him and he told me what happen. Not ready to belive him i stayed on till the whole of Mumbai turn ugly. It was called Riots.

I remember my mom saying get a religion tatoo on my hand in case there is riot they will see ur hand n let you go. I never thought or imagine i would witness something like this in my life.

I walk  home from college to home as the bus and all were stop and everyone rushed home.

In the way i got a candy guy whom i wanted to buy sweets but he hurried up saying run for your life ..go home son. and then i reached home.

I stayed in andheri very near to Jogeshwari, its a very neighbour colony, if you get up early you can hear train noise and all. But that day whole night no one in my family slept.

We use to hear people cry shout, and weep, it was so painfull n frighten i use to cry, even all aunties and all the elder people use to cry. Intially i was frighten and i would hide inside.

Days pass by and i thought it would end up soon. But thats was not going to happen. We use to hear all type of stories. One taxi guy a muslim went to drop some one his taxi was burnt, and he got killed, then a guy from our area went on bike and he was killed.

I thought i wont end up loosing my life without giving a fight. I took out and went to protect my family and the area . We had created our won nakabhandi, we even never spare police from check up. All the entry was blocked and we patrol the place. In day time we use to play cricket on the road.

Night use to be very tense and frighten.

And all slowly came to halt.....i got my normal life....after scores of people