45 hours

Wednesday, November 26, 2008. A couple enjoying their first anniversary dinner. Board members drinking to their company’s success. A tired officer retiring to bed. And many such, unassuming, innocent people. A few minutes later, their lives were about to change forever.

The terror attack on Mumbai has shaken the very foundation of our country. So many unanswered questions – who are they, how did they get in, how many are they, what are they after, how many more are they going to kill, who’s their next target – are haunting every single citizen of India. Three days and two nights, and the ordeal still isn’t over. The once happy-go-lucky city is now a war zone. The death toll threatens to increase with each passing hour. We’re left choking, gasping for breath, as their iron hold just keeps getting stronger. It’s as if they aren’t even human.

How can we just sit there, switching news channels, too stunned to react? How can we let ourselves be at the mercy of these demonic sprites? How can we sit and watch one innocent life after another being taken? I don't want to pity us, but tears of frustration don't stop flowing.

The Dark Ages are back. All the happy memories, joyful moments seem an eon away. As if the good has been sucked out of the planet. And all that remains is a sea of dead.

It’s been 45 hours – and still counting.

Guilty

I do not approve of religious bias- especially between Hindus and Muslims. I feel angered at the insensitiveness and insanity of Hindus who refuse to rent out homes to Muslims. I feel apologetic when I see movies like A Wednesday and Shoot On Sight, that bring out these religious differences in the open. But tomorrow, if a riot breaks out, will I have the courage to support the other party? I don't know. Easier said, than done. Why is it that being so "secular" in my mind, I feel a tiny prick of uncertainty and fear, when I enter a Muslim populated area? I don't despise them, I treat them as my own, but then, why am I guilty of committing this sin?

Happy Holidays :)

Wishing everyone a very happy diwali! So good to just stretch out and do nothing for a change! :) Hope you're having as much fun as I am!

Troublesome transition

What does it take to really 'live' life? What's more important: your happiness, or others'? One life, that's all we got... how should we spend it? Guess we already know the answer.

Reminds me of a quote: "Life is pleasant, death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."

Is everything going to be alright?

Bombs, bombs everywhere, nowhere to run... It's like some kid's playing with a remote control, randomly pressing buttons. and each time a bomb goes off somewhere, killing people, like a vacuum cleaner sucks the dust out of a carpet. Boom. Just like that.

A thought

Something I read a long time ago came back to me recently. A new idea always goes through four stages: Disbelief; Denial; Opposition; and finally, Acceptance.

I think that holds true even for a new beginning. Makes perfect sense.

Let’s just say I’m somewhere between Denial and Opposition, hoping to graduate to Acceptance soon.

God help me.