My calicut is burning... The oldest trading centre, perhaps in India itself is burning. But what cools my heart is the people of Calicut. When i see the flashing telecasts on the Tv, I see faces I know - big-shot businessmen, shop owners, friends, salesmen; people I know, carrying buckets of water, drenching in the heat helping eachother. What state, what place in India can boast of such people? None.
I see the automen rush in carrying more buckets, and rush out with injured people.
I see workers and coolies rushing into the fire pulling out people and saving the unburned goods.
I see one shop-owner carrying water and sand to help stop fire in someone else's shop while total strangers are stopping fire in his shop.
I see men work along-side the firemen pulling hoses, carrying water, thick blankets and huge blocks of wood. They form a bigger barrier to the fire.
I see dr's and nurses working non-stop.
I'm reminded of the Train Accident in Kadalundi; where all night every house opened it's doors to accept the victims in; where every auto/taxi/van/bus was on the road neatly divided to carry patients, announce for help, carry dr's to the site; where fishermen, boatmen and workers dived into the freezing water bringing up the victims. Not one person in that accident lost one ounce of his Gold, not a penny of his money, not one of his belongings.
Calicut, I salute you. I salute your big heart and I salute it's God men. calicut, I love you.
I see the automen rush in carrying more buckets, and rush out with injured people.
I see workers and coolies rushing into the fire pulling out people and saving the unburned goods.
I see one shop-owner carrying water and sand to help stop fire in someone else's shop while total strangers are stopping fire in his shop.
I see men work along-side the firemen pulling hoses, carrying water, thick blankets and huge blocks of wood. They form a bigger barrier to the fire.
I see dr's and nurses working non-stop.
I'm reminded of the Train Accident in Kadalundi; where all night every house opened it's doors to accept the victims in; where every auto/taxi/van/bus was on the road neatly divided to carry patients, announce for help, carry dr's to the site; where fishermen, boatmen and workers dived into the freezing water bringing up the victims. Not one person in that accident lost one ounce of his Gold, not a penny of his money, not one of his belongings.
Calicut, I salute you. I salute your big heart and I salute it's God men. calicut, I love you.
