Anguish “Why?” – Why are innocent people being killed? Why are people who honestly earn their bread being targeted? What is the terrorists expectation? Why is he killing people who do not know much, do not influence much and frankly, do not care much about his cause? Why challenge and kill civilians on the sly? What was the bomber thinking? And what is he thinking now, on seeing the carnage that he has unleashed? Is he guilty? Is he gloating? What stops him from understanding the pain that every-mans wife, mother, sister, father would feel when his / her dear one is lost? What prompts him to promote panic and pain? What is he thinking? Just questions – no answers.

Everytime such carnage is aimed at civilians the same troubling questions assemble. And everytime this happens, I get the same persistent feeling of helplessness. I see people being blown up on TV, I cry, yell about it. I crib about the government but eventually I discover that I am unable to do anything meaningful.

But what could I do? I always feel that the pent up energy and desire of middle and poor India needs an outlet, but despite realizing this I am unable to take any action to provide that outlet. I soon realize that I am not helpless but I am shackled – by myself, by my own archaic beliefs and risk averse attitude. But I feel someday, something inside me will snap and hopefully all of this would change. Or I hope, someday, something, collectively inside all of us would snap…  ¶ 3:09 AM 1 comments