13 Sept 2008
Serial Blasts in Delhi. 20 dead and over 90 injured. Indian Mujahiddin takes responsibility. No matter how weird it might sound, but I m teary eyed right now. I have goose bumps and i want to go do something – anything at all! What kind of life we are living? What kind of a world is this? What do people want to prove with this blood show? No, no one I know is injured or dead, thank god. I got numb after I heard the news of these blasts in delhi.A few friends are stuck in traffic and a colleague’s kid is in shock because she was in GK 3 M block and saw people shouting bomb and running. Apart from this, everyone I know is fine. But I am restless. I cannot do anything about it. No one can I guess. I purposely don’t have a television set at home because I get depressed with things like this. And the irony is I can’t do anything at all. This all will be washed a few days later, I know. New things will come.. New reasons to worry- – some new gimmick against the Bacchans or some dad killing his 14 year old daughter where the authorities take big bucks and remain shut. . New things to celebrate – US orders troops into Pakistan without its consent or an upcoming international game hosted by India at the cost of the Capital’s basic infrastructures -roads for one.. Maybe a blockbuster-even-before-release will be made on the issue with strong patriotic sentiments. But what about right now? Even a lame person like me can figure out that they have struck back in the exact patter like last time – sarojini nagar blasts – targeting the crowed markets that attract a high number of people. Can’t we have a serious standard of security and alertness? Man, I cannot even type properly. A few days later the TV channels will run a story titled ‘Delhi spirit never dies’ or ‘Delhi is bouncing back to normal life’. Some might even come up with a chronology of Delhi Blasts – the history. Some will say this is terrorism, some might blame it straight away on Pakistan and some will be convinced that this is the government or the opposition. But you know what, this is not done. Not done at all. This will all settle down within no time. I can so much relate to GK M Block market, I can almost see it happening in front of my eyes. And CP? India Gate? Fuck man. I was out in a mall in Gurgaon when my panicky parents called me to break the news to me and wanted me to rush home and be safe. I called all my frnds and got crazy over a frnd who had switched his phone to avoid disturbances in his date. Whatever. I am bran fucked right now and I don’t know what to do. This is not just the blasts and terrorism; this is about the depletion of trust and emotions in people. Everywhere there is pain, loss, Broken Dreams, lost trust, exploited innocence. Can anyone trust anyone these days? I cannot. Hell, I cannot even trust my best friends because I’ve seen better. Whatever happened to faith? A hand that hold you and pulls out of all the shit? What happened to the undying belief in the fairy tales? Why are we not able to dream these days? Why is it that the fear of loss wins over the urge of trying? I hear about the power of dreams, of the common man, but does anyone believe in it anymore? I don’t know if someone thinks I am overreacting, but I am itching for some faith.