Escape from Mumbai

I don’t normally pass on emails, nor do I write about them (unless they send me into a rage) but this was particularly bone-chilling, and brought tears to my eyes.

The following is an email from Jonathan Ehrlich to his friends and family following his recent brush with death and escape from Mumbai during the recent terrorist attack.


Hey guys.

Got all your notes. Thank you. I’m ok. A little shaky to be honest but really just happy to be here. I can’t thank you enough for your notes.

You have no idea what the mean to me. Hope to see and speak to you all soon.

I wrote the following on the plane.

It’s 3.33 am Thursday Nov 27th. And I am writing this from Jet Airways flight 0227, First leg of the Mumbai – Brussels – Toronto – Vancouver journey . It is a stream of “adrenaline” piece. I apologize in advance for the grammatical errors. But I wanted it raw and unedited.

First, some context.

I have always been truly blessed. Lucky to be born to the most love a child could ever wish for. Luck to be born into a family that prided itself on teaching me how to be a man. Lucky to have been protected and sheltered by three strong, decent brothers. Lucky to have found and married the kindest heart on the face of the earth. Lucky to be blessed beyond blessed with four healthy, beautiful children. Lucky to have wonderful friends who tolerate my idiosyncrasies.

Tonight, these blessings, these gifts of love and life bestowed upon me, this incredible good fortune, saved my life. And I honestly don’t know why.

The details.

I am in Mumbai on business. I’m staying at the Trident hotel. It’s sister hotel, the Oberai, is right next-door and attached by a small walkway.

I had dinner by myself in the Oberai lobby after some late meetings.

I retired upstairs to my room. About 10min later my colleague, Alex Chamerlin, text-ed asking me to join him and his friend in the Oberai lounge for a drink. I started to make my way out the door but decided that I was really too tired. I had a 7am flight, and needed to be up at 5. Rest beckoned. I closed the light, got into bed and quickly fell asleep. Lucky life-saving decision number 1.

About 1hr later there was knock at my door. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang (they have doorbells for hotel rooms here – who’da thunk?). I thought – who the hell is knocking at my door? Turn down service? This late? Forget it. So I just lay there and hoped they would go away. Lucky life-saving decision number 2.

Five minutes later I heard and felt a huge bang. I got up and went to look out the window. A huge cloud of grey smoke billowed up from the road below.

I thought. Fireworks? I didn’t see anyone milling about so knew something wasn’t right. I started to walk to the light switch when – BANG – another huge explosion shook the entire hotel.

Oh fuck, I thought. Is that what I think this is? I opened the door to the hallway. A few people were already outside.

I heard the word “bomb”.

Oh shit. Oh shit I thought.

I’d like to tell you that I calmly collected my myself and my things and proceeded to the exits.

I didn’t. An adrenaline explosion erupted inside me and almost lifted me off the floor. And I began to move. Really move.

I went back inside, quickly packed my stuff and went back into the hall.

I ran to the emergency exit and started making my way down the stairs (I was on the 18th floor).

There were a few people in the stairwell. I was flying by them. I swear I could have run a marathon in 2hrs. I felt like pure energy.

About halfway down, I called my friend Mark, told him what had happened and asked him to get me a flight – any flight – the hell out of Mumbai.

I got to the lobby level. There was a crowd of people in the corridor.
No one moving. No one doing anything. No hotel staff. No security people.

Shit. I thought. We are sitting ducks.

I decided to get out of there. First, into the lobby.

I stepped through the door into the silent lobby. My first sight was a blood soaked plastic bag and bloody footsteps leading into the reception area. I proceeded forward. The windows were shattered and glass was everywhere.
There wasn’t a soul around.

Bad decision, I thought. I quickly retreated to the corridor. The crowd of people had grown.

We’ve got to get out of here I yelled. Let’s go.

I looked around for the emergency exit and started running towards it.

I made my way through the bowels of the hotel and out into a dark alley. It was empty and silent. I looked to my left and about 100m away saw a few security guards milling about.

Run they screamed. I began to move toward them.

I reached the main street and was immediately swept up into the Indian throngs (for those who have been to Mumbai, you know what I mean).
People everywhere. But they were all eerily quiet. No one was talking.
No car horns. Nothing.

I started yelling “airport airport”.

Some one (a hotel cook I believe) grabbed me and my bag and threw me in a rusty mini-cab.

As I sped away, I didn’t see a single police car nor hear a single siren.
Just the sound of this shit-box car speeding down the deserted road.

Traffic was stop and go. I made it to the airport in about 1hr, cleared customs and buried myself in a corner of a packed departure lounge, called my wife, called my parents and brothers and started emailing those friends who knew I was in Mumbai.

Sadly, Alex – my colleague who texted me for a drink – and his friend were not so lucky. The terrorists stormed into the lobby bar and killed several people. They took Alex and his friend hostage and started to march them up to the roof of the hotel.

About half way up, Alex managed to escape (he ducked through an open door and hid) but his friend was caught. And as I write this, that poor man is still on the roof of the Oberai.

Alex is safe but as expected, extremely worried about his friend.

I’m telling you right now. If I decided to meet Alex for that drink tonight I’d either be dead, a hostage on the roof of a building 30 hours away from everyone I love or – if I had the balls of Alex – a stupid-but-lucky-to-be-alive jerk.

And remember that knock/ring at my door? Well, I subsequently learned that the first thing the terrorists did was get the names and room numbers of western guests. They then went to the rooms to find them.
Ehrlich, with an E, room 1820.
I’ll bet my entire life savings that they were the knock at my door.

Thank god for jet lag.
Thank god for “cranky tired Jonny” (as many of my friends and family know so
well) that compelled to get into and stay in bed.
Thank god for being on the 18th floor.
Thank god for the kind kind people of Mumbai of helped me tonight. The wonderfully kind hotel staff. That cook. My cab driver who constantly said “relaxation” “relaxation” “I help” and who kept me in the cab when we hit a particularly gnarly traffic jam and i wanted to get out and walk. And for other people in traffic who, upon hearing from my own cab driver that I was at the Oberai, literally risked life and limb to stop traffic to let us get by (as again, only those who have been to Mumbai can truly appreciate).

Mumbai is a tragically beautiful place. Incredibly sad. But I am convinced that its inhabitants are definitely children of some troubled but immensely soulfully god.

I’m sitting on plane (upgraded to first class….see, told you I’m lucky ?).
Just had the best tasting bowl of corn flakes I’ve ever had in my life.
Hennessey coursing through my veins. Concentration starting to loosen and sleep beginning to creep onto my horizon.

I still feel a bit numb. But mostly I feel like I’ve just watched a really really bad movie staring me. Because right now, it all doesn’t feel real.
Maybe a few hours of CNN will knock me into reality. But the truth is numb is fine with me for a while. If I do end up thinking about the what if’s, I don’t really want to do that until I’m much much closer to home. And I have 30 more hours of travel time to go.

But before I sign off, let me say this.

The people who did this have no souls. They have no hearts. They are simply the living manifestation of evil and they only know killing and murder.
We – all of us – need to understand that. Their target tonight was first and foremost Americans. Why? Because they fear everything that America stands for. They fear hope and change and freedom and peace. Let’s make no mistake; they would have shot me and my children point blank tonight with out a moment’s hesitation. Most of us sorta know that but sometimes we equivocate. We can’t equivocate. Not ever.

I know that I want to go back. Lay some flowers. Wrap my arms around these people. Say thank you. Spend some money on overpriced hotel gifts and tip well. And generally give the bastards who did this the big fuck you and show them that I am not – I repeat not – afraid of them.

But first I need to go squeeze my wife. Dry her tears. Then have her dry mine as I hold my beautiful beautiful babies who will be
(thankfully) oblivious to all of this. Because isn’t that what life is really about?

I appreciate you taking the time to listen.

With much much love.

Jonathan Ehrlich

Barack Obama is NOT Muslim

I was sent an email today that seemed to have two purposes. It was a chain email from a Dr. John Tisdale urging Christians to not vote for Barack Obama. It also claims that Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ.

I find the email I was sent horrendously offensive for several reasons but primarily because it’s clearly based on something other than fact. People need to do their OWN research about political candidates and not believe every email that comes in their inbox. And coming from a supposed “Doctor” John Tisdale that purports to be a Christian does not make it credible.

Here is the email:

Subj: REVELATION CHAP. 13

This will make you re-think:

A Trivia question in Sunday School:

How long is the beast allowed to have authority in Revelations?

Revelations Chapter 13 tells us it is 42 months, and you know what that is. Almost a four-year term of a Presidency. All I can say is ” Lord, Have mercy on us!”

According to The Book of Revelations the anti-Christ is:

The anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40’s, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal…the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything…

Do we recognize this description??

I STRONGLY URGE each one of you to post this as many times as you can! Each opportunity that you have to send it to a friend or media outlet.. do it! I refuse to take a chance on this unknown candidate who came out of nowhere.

From: Dr. John Tisdale

Dear Friends,

As I was listening to a news program last night, I watched in horror as Barack Obama made the statement with pride. “We are no longer a Christian nation; we are now a nation of Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists…” As with so many other statements I’ve heard him (and his wife) make, I never thought I’d see the day that I’d hear something like that from a presidential candidate in this nation. To think our forefathers fought and died for the right for our nation to be a Christian nation–and to have this man say with pride that we are no longer that. How far this nation has come from what our founding fathers intended it to be. I hope that each of you will do what I’m doing now–send your concerns, written simply and sincerely, to the Christians on your email list. With God’s help, and He is still in control of this nation and all else, we can show this man and the world in November that we are, indeed, still a Christian nation!

Please pray for our nation!

How offensive!

Obama is not a Muslim. (Source) A quick internet search of “Obama is not Muslim” returns a plethora of articles indicating such and the source link I’ve given provides plenty of support to that fact.

He did not say “we are no longer a Christian nation”. He said we are no longer ‘just’ a Christian nation, but a nation of many other faiths as well. The actual quote is, “Whatever we once were, we are no longer a Christian nation – at least, not just. We are also a Jewish nation, a Muslim nation, a Buddhist nation, and a Hindu nation, and a nation of nonbelievers.” (Video) Thank you Doctor, for twisting it to suit your own purposes.

The claim that Our forefathers did not live and die to make the United States of America a Christian nation. Just the opposite, in fact. They fought for the separation of Church and state!

And the Anti-Christ? Come on. So 42 months is “almost” a four-year term. Does that mean every President is a potential Anti-Christ? And it mentions “massive Christ-like appeal” in the same email that claims he’s Muslim. That’s a little contradictory, isn’t it? “He will promise false hope and world peace” — also a typical Presidential candidate promise, right?

And exactly where in Revelations does it say the Anti-Christ will be of Muslim descent?

Snopes – Is Barack Obama the Anti-Christ?

If the only reason to vote for McCain is because you think Obama is the Anti-Christ…you should do a little of your own research on both candidates from reputable sources.

Political Campaigns.

I have a difficult time with politics. I can never follow it and don’t know enough about history and even current events to make sense of it. This I do know, placing 30-40 small signs 5 feet apart along the side of a street will NOT make me want to elect/vote the advertiser.

I can’t even explain why it bugs me, but it does. I guess it’s because it’s a waste of resources AND it clutters up the environment. I hate advertising period, it’s just not necessary to bombard me (and everyone else) along with it. One sign I could see, but not dozens.

Randomness.

Okay so I’m a slacker and I’ve been slacking. It’s my job, what do you expect? I’ll touch on a few subjects just so nothing gets left out.

I spent a few hours today reloading my system. Wheeee, what fun. Now I have WinME installed and it’s working just fine. I had to wait for my ISP to come out with an Access Manager that would work with WinME. They did, and here I am.

Holy crap, have you seen what’s going on in Buffalo? They got like two feet of snow the night before and they were supposed to get another 12 to 15 inches last night. K-razy. We got snow here in Waterloo, but they got really dumped on.

Ugh, this presidential thing has just about made me hate politics even more — as if that was possible. I don’t even want to talk about it. Just tell me if they fuck it up, okay? No wait, don’t even do that.

I took my dog out for a walk in the field near my apartment today. He loves going to the field so he can sniff around for all the little creatures that live in it. Today there it was snow covered and he was bouncing around in the snow. You woulda thought he was an oversized rabbit if you could’ve seen him. Hahaha! He’s funny. He was burying his head in the snow so far that I couldn’t see it anymore!

Funny Link O the Day today: Hecklers.com: Interactive Comedy!