'They' will get used to violence?..

It's quiet some time now since I have been thinking about this and the thoughts do appear 'randomly' in my write-ups too, terrorism. It just disturbs me virtually all the time, day and night. The very alien thought of humans killing human for something they are not even sure of, or for something they believe 'guards' us all. I know it is depressing and most of us do not have much time to think about beyond the critical circumstances of our own ridiculously complicated lives, but I still think about it, I can not help it.

God, the creator, the supreme, the all almighty, they use it's name to ruin mortal lives, destroy minuscule moments of happiness and tear apart memories. It agitates me to hear when people say that the next generation will 'get used to' this violence. Used to Violence? Why do they want to be engaged in a race of faith? Why can't democracy, the freedom of expression and opinion be uniformly defined? Why does it need to be politicized for a momentary good to few? It makes me feel sick, at heart and in my stomach.

I know I am not doing anything to stop it, probably I can not, but I don't want to blame those who have the responsibility either. My optimism tells me they are trying, hard. I am trying to imagine a morning when I will get up without a fear for the safety of my loved ones. When I will travel without losing hope of reaching the destination. When well-wishers will not stop me from returning back to the land I belong to, just because they want me safe and happy. The day I will be happy in the world I dream of, but find it very hard to imagine at the moment. The happy, peaceful world I have faint memories of from my childhood. I hope I will spend a few years of my life in my fairy-tale world.

The day is coming..

"...क्षमा शोभित उस भुजंग को जिसके पास गरल हो,
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन विषहीन विनीत सरल हो|"
--- 'दिनकर'

These lines from Dinkar's poetry convey exactly the message we need today. Mumbai, Gujrat, Delhi,.... where next?? How long are we going to sit and watch? Blasts in the posh areas of Delhi is their message to the elite, you are not different from your country. You do not afford to sit and watch. Its their message to the government of the democratic republic of India that you are unable to save your own bed, what are you going to do about the country??

No, no more, they don't afford to arouse us like this every time. Its not a question of ego any more. Its not about land, money or power, its about our integrity now. Its an issue which hurts a billion hearts, for which a billion souls cry together. Why, why us?

I do not understand why these people fail to realise how beautiful the life is, and how short to experience it in its entirety? World history evidently speaks for itself, blood shed has never done any good to anyone. Alexander the great went on to conquer the world, but at the end got the same amount of land that a pauper gets.

Occasionally i do wonder if indeed we are standing on the verge of a periodic change- 'युग परिवर्तन' as has been stated in the Geeta. Brothers will fight, there would be blood shed and dead bodies all around, the entire human race will have to face natural as well as man-made calamities. If this was bound to happen, it is.

But the light still shines through. After every blast its not 'them' who win, its the common man- the one who leaves the safety of the home to donate blood, one who fights against all odds to carry the injured on his shoulders, the wife who takes up the responsibility of her disabled husband. Its them who win, without using weapons. Their tears adding fuel to the fire that is burning beneath the calm surface.

I can sense their tears taking the shape of a tsunami within every Indian. I could see the day when this anger will take a toll on them. The day is coming, the day of 'महाप्रलय'.