Another series of blast.
November 26th 2008
Yeah! We would say how could they do it. We will talk about it, today, tomorrow, another week. Sometimes next month.
Then It’s over for us.
Silence .Forgotten for ever.
It’s over because
talking is all we can do about it and
what can we do about it. It’s the nation’s problem. Isnt it?
Such news (the Bombay blasts) rarely charges us up to question the why and who aspect. The media gives us the when and where and how. We love spoon feeding. We are addicted to it.
Parents call up their kids studying out stations, friends call up friends around. We just secure ourselves more coyly into our security blankets. We feel safe. We feel safe and can talk about the catastrophe. Talking again.Blah!
The day it will hit upon us is when someday a familiar name would read something like, sustained gunshots and was
declared brought dead at the hospital.
Its then we go quite.
Silent.
Then it’s the other kind of silence,another kind of numbness,you feel a stone sinking in the pit of the stomach.
Till declared brought dead, we chatter and talk. After all we can do nothing. It’s a piece of verbose when they refer to us as the future of the nation. After all
we love talking.
I mourn the loss of lives in Mumbai,people are being killed as I write this.May their souls rest in peace and may God grant strength to those left behind.