Ok. Just 5 minutes back I got news that there have been bomb blasts in my city- Mumbai. I can’t get through to many of my friends. phone lines are jammed.and I am angry. and I want to rant.
Now, Mumbai, the city I live in , is not new to this. There have been numerous multiple blasts before, there have been shootouts and riots too.
But everytime I believe that this is the last time, it happens all over again. We believe that the lesson is learnt. Whoever wanted revenge has taken it. And now we will be left alone. But here we are, once again in the middle of another mess, trying to pic up the broken pieces of our city and trying to lift our spirits, and go on with our lives.
I have never really been scared of dying. But now I wonder if the fear has become such an innate part of the people of this city , that we don’t even realize how some part of our mind is always counting the dying minutes.
I don’t know if terrorists read blogs. But If they do,
No amount of Beatles’ songs about peace, no number of movies about the ravages of war and not even real