Bomblasts----So what?

Angry, frustration, helplessness are just some of the feelings that seep into my mind on recalling the horific tragedies that struck the capital of this once great country called India. Now I am not sure what to call this country anymore. The world over, we Indians boast about our illustrious historic past, our upmost regard for ethical and moral values and pride ourselves to be Indians.

But can we for a moment look within ourselves and introspect that are we still proud to be an Indian. I for one cannot say the same for myself, as we seem to have lost value of human life. Despite repeated terrorist attacks, there seems to be nothing to really shake us up and compel us to take any kind of an action. In fact, in earnest, there seems to be no difference between a terrorist attack and a cricket match. Both draw hysteria for different reasons, and, eventually in a couple of days that hysteria dies down to be re-erupted when the next dramatic incident or even takes place. Otherwise, how else can you explain the sudden obsession of the media, which is completely blind and possesses the incertitude of recognizing the importance of an issue. In all probability it will create an equal amount of furore for terrorist attack as it would do with a sensational murder case or a scandalizing controversy surrounding a politician or a celebrity.

The bitter truth is 'Value of Human Lives cost less than a dime'

Tragic - yes, Disturbing - yes, but that happens to be the stark naked truth. A truth that we would gladly refute for some honkey dorey story of irrespective of how many lives we have lost, but let's go back to becoming mechanical and normal, let's surrender ourselves into the hands of our enemies without thinking of the sufferings. The most appalling thought exists in the immediate aftermath, wherein everyone including the media and the politicians insist on camouflaging the brutal reality with a cloak of normalcy. According to them, the city is back to normalcy, the city is coping well, which in truth is a misinterpretation for helplessness, hurt, trauma and the lack of will of not being able to do anything.

We see some heated moments where everyone promises to bring the culprits to the books, but these moments cool down soon as another hot story captures the imagination and TRPs of the media goons.

And all we do and say in the end - So what? Let's move on...

There are days when you feel a complete numbness and though you may be surrounded by a canopy of noises, you still feel detached as if you are someway far away in an unknown part of one's cerebral world. That's how I am feeling right now. There's a portable wall fan over my head, blowing directly onto my face and my mind is preoccupied in a whirlwind of abstract thoughts. Thoughts that have been fueled by a series of equally abstract dreams. There are some who say dreams are a subconscious reflection of our needs and desires. Maybe somewhere this does hold a certain amount of truth as a couple of months  back I had this really beautiful dream that brings a smile to my face even today. Though I don't remember the exact dream, but it definitely pertained to me finally finding complete joy and freedom. I felt free, happy and loved. I dreamed I had found my soul mate and we were walking through wide green fields. Laughing all the way and feeling a sense of deja vu and bliss. But throughout the dream what was more prevalent than even finding my soul mate was the feeling of experiencing complete freedom. As if I did not have a care in the world. I was free to do dance, sing, play and not be ridiculed by anyone. I for once after a really, really long time felt happy. I got up in the morning with a smile on my face...which stayed for days...