After having a great time with my family I was travelling back to Chennai. On the way to Delhi, I came across the news that "6 bombs have exploded in Delhi". I was about 50kms from the Delhi Railway Station; A chill ran down my spine; Stations are considered to be quite vulnerable and I cant do anything. Brother, Sister and their families, all were on the way, few hours behind me. I immediately called them and exchanged some words of care. But again, we cant do anything.
One of my classmates, who was supposed to carry the railway tickets for this journey, postponed his trip. "Varun, take the printout of the ticket; Arun is not coming". Where the hell to get the ticket??? Delhi is burning in flames... n I cant take any risk!!!
This is a small snippet of mine "not so euphoric experience with Terrorism". During all those moments, I just said to myself.. "I cant do anything".
If I was not in Delhi that day or the explosions would have taken place somewhere else, I would have said "How does it matter to me". We are so Individualistic or familistic (if this word exists) that whatever is happening to the community or to the country we have found an easy answer, "How does it matter?". Kashmir has been burning for more than 2 decades and none except those Kashmiris are bothered. Gujrat burnt and none except those living in Godhra were bothered. Jaipur..Mumbai..Delhi.. all have borne the burnt and none except those poor souls felt the agony.
Daily, some channles flashes the message,"Series of bomb blasts..many killed". We see the news, feel a little pity and goes off to our normal routine. Who has got the time and how does it matters to us? We are safe and our near and dear ones are also safe.
Yes I adore western culture, cos they feel the pain for their society, they care for their people. Once hit by this menance, they go to any extent to eradicate this. Call it good, call it bad but they made it sure that 9/11 doesn't strike again. And for all of us Indians,"How does it matter"???
