Mumbai's biggest page 3 Party

I am talking precisely about 3rd December, Gateway of India, the mass protest against 26/11 Mumbai attacks...The whole Mumbai was on streets or you can say the elitist of the city were on the streets to protest against terrorism..I being a contender of a future elitist was there as well..For me it happened in the morning when bhushan told me about the protest and i decided to join it without giving a second thought....
So there I was on the choked streets of South Mumbai leading to the Gateway to be a part of the biggest protest in Mumbai...
Estimating the crowd on the streets would be very difficult but you can make a wild guess by the fact that the networks of Vodafone and Airtel succumbed to the demands of people out there. So why blame our semi-socialist,semi-capitalist government for poor management of traffic and crowd at the spot, where ever our private giants failed to estimate the crowd over there..
Reaching the place i discovered that i wasnt sure of my purpose of being there, walking through the streets swamped with people several questions were haunting me...How will we protest? How will we create an impact? Will it solve any purpose? What i was trying to achieve through it? How is shouting of these slogans against Pakistan helping us?
And somewhere from inside i knew i had no answer to these questions of mine and in fact most people around had no answer to all these..I could feel that people were there for being there..It was turning out to be the biggest Page3 party which was covered on Page1 and Page 3 simultaneously....Just seeing around i remembered the song from the movie Page 3...'kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe'. You could see immaculately dressed men and women, more cautious about fashion then terrorism, young couples caressing each other on the sidelines of the event,the media style greeting and kissing, people hobbling around media reporters to give there comments on terrorism and then trying to call there dear one's to tell them that they are on air. And slowly people started to move on to fill the pubs around for their evening beer. N i was one among all these excited that i got a topic for my blog....

Our insatiable hunger for publicity ruled over the tears of terror...