Maxwell's silver hammer
Hailing from Delhi and having lived 16 (out of 21) years there, I just felt like writing about the recent blasts that took place in the capital region. Even after living the last 3 years in Mumbai, Delhi is and always will be my hometown.
I've never actually lost a relative/close friend/far friend to an accident or a mishap but I get the shivers just thinking what that must be like. I read this article on Rediff about a boy who lost his mother in the blasts and the trauma he went through to find her body ("My Mother Gone", as appeared on Rediff on 30th October 2005). This my friends, is the true definition of horror. And to top it all off, real life horror stories don't have happy endings! Innocent people die, the guilty live to kill another day. Thats life. Sad but true.
Another connected incident that comes to my mind is a comment made by a friend when I was eating my dinner today. He was remembering the blasts that took place last year during the Diwali season at a train at Mulund, Mumbai, (At that time I was in Delhi, and now during the Delhi blast, I'm at Mumbai - the irony!) and he casually mentioned about we retaliating. I later understood that he was referring to the upcoming Muslim festival of Id. (Although I am a Hindu, I'm not a staunch believer in propogating one's religion, esp. in the name of other's. I believe in God but I also believe that I don't necessarily have to go to a 'Hindu temple' to pay homage to Him.) To some its all just a we-against-them scenario - about waiting for your turn to strike. No matter if they killed, we can always get even. Tsk tsk! Innocence is lost.
I know I will eventually forget this day and so would the people who haven't lost their loved ones in the blast; but that doesn't make it right. What happened once can happen again. And we know for certain that it will. Peaceful co-existant societies will forever be a dream.
(If by any chance, you are curious about the title - its a Beatles song about a psycho killer.)
I've never actually lost a relative/close friend/far friend to an accident or a mishap but I get the shivers just thinking what that must be like. I read this article on Rediff about a boy who lost his mother in the blasts and the trauma he went through to find her body ("My Mother Gone", as appeared on Rediff on 30th October 2005). This my friends, is the true definition of horror. And to top it all off, real life horror stories don't have happy endings! Innocent people die, the guilty live to kill another day. Thats life. Sad but true.
Another connected incident that comes to my mind is a comment made by a friend when I was eating my dinner today. He was remembering the blasts that took place last year during the Diwali season at a train at Mulund, Mumbai, (At that time I was in Delhi, and now during the Delhi blast, I'm at Mumbai - the irony!) and he casually mentioned about we retaliating. I later understood that he was referring to the upcoming Muslim festival of Id. (Although I am a Hindu, I'm not a staunch believer in propogating one's religion, esp. in the name of other's. I believe in God but I also believe that I don't necessarily have to go to a 'Hindu temple' to pay homage to Him.) To some its all just a we-against-them scenario - about waiting for your turn to strike. No matter if they killed, we can always get even. Tsk tsk! Innocence is lost.
I know I will eventually forget this day and so would the people who haven't lost their loved ones in the blast; but that doesn't make it right. What happened once can happen again. And we know for certain that it will. Peaceful co-existant societies will forever be a dream.
Come to think of it, I regard myself a humourous man, capable of entertaining the people around me. I rarely if ever, get into a serious argument. Funny how my first post is such a serious one.
(If by any chance, you are curious about the title - its a Beatles song about a psycho killer.)
This entry was posted on Sunday, October 30, 2005 at 7:35 AM.
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