The news remains the same. Only the venue goes on changing – Bombay, Jaipur, Hyderabad, Bangalore… and now, my very own city, Ahmedabad. 😦
We were just out of the shock of the Bangalore blasts yesterday, when fresh terror struck us today. Yes, me and my family and friends are alive, but what about those who aren’t? What about those who were not so lucky as to escape with their arms and legs intact?
I have always felt there is a little ray of hope for India, however tiny it might be. But when 25 blasts rip apart two cities in 24 hours, I cannot help thinking otherwise. When I see minds getting so perverted that even hospitals are struck, I cannot help it. I cannot help it as tears well up in my eyes on seeing the count rise every few minutes – from the 6 blasts that were initially confirmed in Ahmedabad to the 17 now.
Is this now going to become a common occurence? Are we going to get used to this too, just as we have got used to a lot of other crap? Is the country really going to the dogs? I feel so goddamn awful and helpless. 😦
Suddenly, out of the blue, I am reminded of these lines by the master poet Tagore. I pray for a miracle to make the poet’s dream come true…
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into
The dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.