Sometimes I think when you try to link images you see with reality there’s always a disconnect. And I’ve been feeling that so strongly as I watch footage of the Mumbai massacre – the city’s 9’11 – as it’s being dubbed…
Just over a month ago those images of the Taj Mahel Hotel were real-life images for me. A group of us were doing some travelling in India, we spent time in Mumbai and dandered past the impressive landmark countless times on the way from our hotel to the city centre. On one of the days we couldn’t resist a look inside the opulent building and even treated ourselves to drinks there. I remember feeling slightly uneasy because you’re sitting in these swanky surroundings, in this plush building, and yet just outside is another world where poverty is often very visible among the heat, noise and craziness of the city.
I keep comparing my holiday photos to the burning images of the Taj hotel and I keep picturing the daily chaos of life that usually goes on in the area surrounding it. The Indian Gate – a key landmark in Mumbai – is just opposite the hotel and it’s always teeming with people. I just can’t image the confusing scenes that must have broken out in the wake of this week’s horrific attacks.
They’re saying Mumbai is like a ghost-town, which must be so surreal for its people who are so accustomed to its bustle, colour and vitality, but who are haunted now by images of terror.