Noor Page #7

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are many other victims like Vilas Tambe...'

who fell prey to the organ harvesting scam.'

And the person responsible

behind the scam was Dr. Dilip Shinde.'

He used the Kapadia Trust as a front...

and in the process,

Dr. Dilip Shinde walked free.

The Mankhurd SRA Colony

is a playground for Dr. Shinde.'

9300 homes...'

45,000 people.'

And one of them was Vilas Tambe.'

Malti, Vilas Tambe's sister...'

who mustered the courage

to speak in front of the camera.'

And in return, she lost her brother.'

The real heroes, are not...'

The real heroes, are not the ones,

who ask questions behind the camera.'

The real heroes are the

ones who face the camera...

and dare to speak the truth.'

So tell me...

who is Vilas Tambe's murderer.'

Is it Dr. Shinde? Is it the media?'

Or is it you, Mumbai?'

It is you, Mumbai.'

I used to dance for hours

at Marine Drive in the rain.

Now, I think twice before

stepping out of my home.

What if thousands of prying eyes

pierce through my drenched clothes?

Mumbai... You make me feel undressed.

There's a traffic signal

right next to my home...

where two young girls have been selling

flowers for the last seven years.

Please take one, Sir...

it'll make your girlfriend happy.

Please take one,

Sir... it'll make your boss happy.

I am not happy, Mumbai.

Because every Monday

two of your daughters...

are on the streets at 10:30,

and not in school.

And your slums, Mumbai...

I've been deep inside.

Their pockets are empty,

but people are happy.

But this happiness gets devoured

by some greedy builder... like that!

Bustling homes are

razed to the ground.

People are tossed around.

The only thing these people

get in the name of rehabilitation...

are concentration camps.

But these are your

lucky citizens, Mumbai.

What about those... who went near the

railway tracks to relieve themselves...

and lost a limb.

People are losing arms and

limbs because you don't have bathrooms.

I stopped smoking, Mumbai.

Because your air already

fills my lungs with crap.

It's poison.

And your water, its piss.

And taxes...

Holy sh*t

I go out on an arm and

limb to fill your pockets...

and what do I get in return?

Clogged drains, open sewers,

sh*t roads, polluted sea...

A struggling police force

that gets paid pittance.

26/11... 26/7... 7/11...

You were bombed...

the floods washed you away...

yet, you came backmwith

that 'All ls Well' smile of yours.

Is your gut and anger both dead?

Don't take a deep breath, Mumbai.

Don't count till 10.

Don't calm down...

That Tsunami, which came till Chennai.

I wish it had come

a little further up...

that would've been so great.

Mumbai finished! The End!

We would've rebuilt you from scratch.

You would've been reborn again.

Who are you, Mumbai?

Do you know... what you've turned into'?

Rned . I nto a ,., Qlrl.

For sale to the highest bidder.

There's an ancient quote of Buddha.

"The trouble is you

think you've got the time."

You're time is running out, Mumbai.

I actually don't care...

Because you're dying, along with me.

Beep you Mumbai... Beep the builders...

Beep the politicians...

Beep the film-stars and the bureaucrats.

Beep the taxi-drivers

and the Socialites.

Beep you Mumbai for Beeping me!

Maybe you and I aren't so

different from each other, Mumbai.

You're hollow inside.

You and I, we're both just

passing time for namesake.

Even I...

But maybe this is not

how you and I should end up.

Maybe we should get another chance.

If nothing else, prove me wrong.

Show Malti some justice.

Prove... that Vilas'

death won't go in vain.

Prove it...

You're killing me, Mumbai.

Shekhar.

Hello, Noor.

What are you doing here?

Look at me.

You may think that

I am upset with you...

because you tried

to malign my family name.

My family's faced many

such controversies, Noor.

I am not upset.

But I am angry.

And it's for your

absolute lack of respect...

for the man you learnt everything from.

You didn't trust him.

You let him down, Noor.

This is not my fault, Shekhar.

And you know that.

Yeah, Z.

6?. Where are you'?

You need to come here now.

Go there... and give

him one tight slap.

Really hard.

Hey... Noor?

We met the other day,

at Ayaan's show...

You know, Ayaan right?

Yeah, we've met.

You know, Ayaan's taken

the most beautiful pictures of me.

How nice.

Look Noor... l know you're upset...

but please understand, that my

intentions weren't to upset you.

These things happen in journalism.

It happened with me as well.

Come on... be a sport.

You'll learn the ropes.

Everyone has to do it...

to move ahead..

Trust me... you'll get over it.

It's just a story.

Come on, let's get a drink.

What are you drinking?

Old Rum. Huh?

Just an old friend...

"photographs. let's take some more."

From Noor...

MY gosh, are you okay?

Hey... you went there to slap him...

and he was whispering in your ear.

He was practically kissing you.

How did that happen?

Z, don't you get it.

I am the idiot here.

This happened because I let it happen.

Nothing will change if I slap him.

You were the only

Eagle amongst the Crows.

What the hell, Shekhar!

What are you doing here?

Your piece... brilliant.

What do you want?

Your report...

Mumbai You're Killing Me.

Actually, maybe I'm already dead...

You know Noor,

every place is the same.

Life's unfair...

good people die young.

Bas live longer.

And we journalists...

We feed on other's lives

to make one for ourselves.

Yeah... so?

You're going in for the big kill!

But the question is...

have you got it?

Post or not to post.

As a social-media specialist...

the best time to post something

online is between 3 and 5 pm.

Here goes.

The social media video

of Mumbai's Noor Roy Chaudhary...

didn't just compel

the common man to think...

In fact...

Noor Roy Ohaudharyfls report...

has gone completely viral.

Citizen journalist Noor Roy Chaudhary's

post has connected with the people.

In just a few hours,

we've been getting similar posts...

from citizen journalists

from different cities.

Feels like...

The real heroes are the ones...

who face the camera.

It's trending all over the country.

That's why she's getting the support

from students from every part of the country.

Things are falling apart

how long can we pretend?

Saying that this is

someone else' problem.

And you don't feel safe

walking alone in your own city.

We've roads to drive, but...

Bustling homes are razed down.

Someone justice today is...

What's the point of such progress?

That kills its own people.

What is this...

The one behind this scam...

No more... it's time we stood up.

For us... for our family.

For our country.

The world's biggest democracy...

We've been compelled.

They have no right to live.

You stalker...

you celebrity...

Hold on, what is all this...

please explain.

1.7 million views!

2100 shares.

And just a minute...

28,310 followers on Twitter.

You know,

you must practice your autograph...

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