BLAST OFF.....

BLASTsss......

Not a new story at alll....
Its just like another daily affair for every Mumbaikar.....
Since the last 18 years...terror attacks 
A regular news to the ears of every Mumbaikar...
A regular sight to every mumbians...

Its as if you get out of your home for work in the morning biding bye to the loved ones...and your dead body awaits them in the evening


Our hearts weep for a span of time...later the life goes on...
The memories fade...but the injury still remains...

The 1993 blasts.....killed more than 250 ,,injuring
around 700
The July 11 2006 blasts was the worst when seven
major places in Mumbai were attacked...
The 2008 terror mishap....unforgettable for every
Mumbaikar


We just complaint about Kasab being not hanged to death...
We complaint about the Pakistan governments inactivity....

What else do we do???
and there,,, we tend to forget it all until we have another blast in the city as a remainder..

To remind us.........
"THAT MUMBAI IS NOT YET FREE FROM THE CLUTCHES OF THESE EVILS..."

Yes of course,,,now the post blast happenings are quite clear...
There will be strict security checking at almost every nook and corner...
Every other common man will be have his bag snatched and checked again and again by the cops..

My question is which terrorist will dare to enter a city where the blasts recently occurred..then what is the use of strengthening the security measures during the post blast scenario....????
if the security needs to be strengthened...keep it strong always...throughout the year


At one side Kasab's birthday is celebrated bursting blasts in mumbai...whereas at the other side...Indian judiciary is trying its level best to let Kasab live longer...

Leave Kasab to the mumbaikars...
Let us ,The Mumbaikars take the decision...
Why do we need to think upon the punishment to be assigned to Kasab...
??????????????

ITS QUITE CLEAR THAT HE IS AN ENEMY...RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LIVES OF MANY A INDIANS...THE BEST HE CAN AFFORD IS DEATH

So now many Facebook updates will express rage..
Many a twitterians will tweet the anger...
Many satyagrahis will starve against terrorism.....

But who??? who is to act???
Who is to invoke the government of our country...that its tooo late..to act

Where are the ample amounts of crores being used in the defence and security of the country???

IS THIS WHAT WE GET IN A COUNTRY WHERE THE DEFENCE SECTOR HAS ALL THE MONET INN???

DON'T WE EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE SAFE??

THE STORY OF MY DEATH

This had become just like a ritual for  me....devotion always had a very prominent place in my heart...
....I wasn't  a god fearing person....in fact I loved god...


This year too, I decided to visit sabarimala.
My decision to make my 18th pilgrimage to sabarimala on makarasankrathi was perhaps a coincidence..
It was the first time that I am going to witness the 'wonder'..and the feeling was completely different. Devotion, excitement , adventure....every thing rained into me..

There exists many contradictions against the mystery of occurrence of Makara Jyothi..they say it all..

Numerous reasons..but I find it very difficult to decide between rationalism and devotion.

However it was completely a different experience when I witnessed everything...a sense of completeness...the belief that the almighty does exist...

It had answered my question..perhaps the question which remains unanswered in the hearts of many a souls on this earth...

DOES GOD EXIST??

Many have their own reasons to justify the existence of the super power ,,but today my eyes answered them all..I was almost immersed in the truth..and forgot all the other worldly existence..It was completely different ,,,an aura of purity and holiness


The extra security and force on the proper path to sabarimala caused many a discomfort for the devotees..and hence to avoid the danger of stampede we preferred the other way..the way through pullumedu.


It was my journey back home..much eager to share my experience with my family
This time there was a feeling of  completeness in me

There were many happy faces around me...right from the 5 year old to the 70 year old.


It all began with a road accident..perhaps the reason is still not clear for the government .. may be the clarity is dim because of the closed eyes of irresponsibility..

All that I remember is just a hush bush caused by many a people running across..disturbing the serene atmosphere..
the air that echoed Swami Saranam was now filled with cries of helplessness..

Perhaps many had experienced the unexpected...and then after a minute of complete darkness....I opened my eyes...I could see an auto besides a jeep..both crushed ...only to result in many black and saffron torn clothes ...very difficult to recognise human body amidst the crap...

I tried lifting myself ...all that I wanted was to escape from this disastrous place...run away to a  peaceful place...so that I could prove myself that it was just a bad night mare...and I am going to wake from my sleep in a minute or so...
but truth was something else...I was completely destroyed when I realised that my body is almost paralysed ..and ...

AM I DYING...??

I saw them all...the 5 year old with whom I shared this journey...the old woman who explained me the significance of devotion and belief..

An hour ago...I hardly thought about my lifespan...In fact I was busy searching excuses to explain to my boss for the extended leave..I just cared about the family..my job ..my journey..but never ever imagined it to be the last journey of my life..

Far from my loved ones...the only thing that remains is the desire to meet them once..but helpless ...

My body is lying here in the debris along with many a devotees...now this is somewhere all the gaps are bridged..no caste..no religion..no one even asks you about the colour of your ration card when you are at the gates of death...every creature is equal in the eyes of death

I wish my death no more remains a unanswered case like many other accidents...I wish they sort out the reason for this stampede...

I wish they don't price the value of my life...in lakhs or thousands.,...

I wish no more devotee ever fear to visit sabarimala..for silly security reasons..

I wish they show more interest in the investigation of the accident,...and not in the reality of makara jyothi..

but can the DEAD wish...??

I WISH I WASN'T DEAD...