I was just relaxing at home after dinner when terror hit home for me!
Well i had actually worked in the Oberoi Mumbai and the trident Nariman point between July 2007 and April 2008 as a graduate engineer trainee before being posted to the Oberoi New Delhi on 18/04/15. So it was all very personal for me.
The corridors where a few days ago i had walked, the Buildings i used to spend 14-16 hours of my day in, the rooms i entered to check for maintenances every day, the back areas, the cafeteria, Tiffin, Frangipani,India Jones, Vetro all restaurants where people were cut down as they had their dinner were like a second home to me!
I was here at home in Vasundhara Enclave New Delhi as i watched the world i still called my own burn before my own eyes. To say i was horrified, aghast and viscerally angry and afraid simultaneously would be an understatement.
I first remember calling up a friend who i knew was handling the night shift at the Oberoi Mumbai as the news broke, funny thing is at that time he was in the second basement and still believed that the bang noises trickling down was probably some guests setting off fireworks, he got to know the truth as i spoke to him and simultaneously people ran down to the basement from the floors. He made it out and spent the night hiding on the stairwell of a building full of Mumbai police close by.
That night i was filled with even more respect for my ex boss as i watched him lead teams of commandos into the basement to switch off lighting water other services to try and stile the terrorists out, as i watched him go through drawings of the hotels with security forces on the TV.
The next morning I came to know about many of the acquaintances i had who had suffered personal loss.
The Parsee girl who was the first person killed as the terrorists entered the lobby of the trident, the Soft spoken Housekeeping manager from Assam who was shot inside India Jones (the oriental restaurant/bar at the trident) and bled to death there, The young Goan steward who was only two days away from immigrating to Australia,The Company Vice president who somehow managed to survive the harrowing ordeal by a combination of sheer luck,locking his room and staying as quiet as possible and many others i do not remember now.
My friend who survived the night hiding in a stairwell was later part of the rebuilding team for the almost completely gutted Oberoi Mumbai.
Lots of memories there , too many to share!
You never know terror until it strikes close they say, they're right you know!