German Bakery… asa vhayla nako hota!

February 18, 2010 § 1 Comment

No one deserves to die in a bomb blast.

Last weekend went in a kind of stupor… as the feeling sunk in with each day it got worse. As I watched the news I hoped with all my heart for it to be a cylinder blast… but was too obvious it wasn’t. I never thought it ‘ll affect me so much. I mean, we are all used to those terrorist attacks. We don’t even bother to stop and think about it nowadays. Delhi, Jaipur and of course Mumbai. Mumbai s been facing it since god knows when. But it always seemed far away. That’s human nature. When it’s far away it doesn’t really make that much an effect on you. I always knew it was going to happen in Pune… someday… and it did. But still can’t accept it. Pune was always so… peaceful. Beautiful. And safe. Pune has all sorts of people… and they all love the city. And now it’s all wrong. And disturbed. The first reaction of everyone I knew was “Please leave Pune alone!”

   Maybe it’s because Koregaon Park is somewhat closer to where I stay. Like 5 mins. I ‘ve gone there sometimes… remember the guitar I told you about… It was from a store in KP. So m familiar with the place. It’s nice… all big plots, nice restaurants, pretty shops… big road. They hit a very pretty place. People who went there to have their cup of tea and get cakes and breads. And they destroyed that. 

  The next day I went to college. On sunday. And there we met a teacher… who said a student of our college died in the blast. That was when it hit me… Someone is dead. Just a young girl. 19. And now she’s gone. In such a violent way. What’s wrong with the world.

I never got it. People pay attention when the number of dead people is high. But does it really matter? If the dead are 8 or 80 or 800? Though it’s a number, each number is a person…. So whether it’s one or 800… the world ends for each one of them. For them it’s all over. And such a violent death… No one deserves that! Do you just wake up and go for a coffee and then suddenly find yourself being blown up in a bomb blast?

  I stepped out on Sunday evening. My brother preferred I didn’t go… But then I did. How many days can you stay inside with fear? As I drove towards my college there weren’t many people on the roads… And when I reached the Pune Corporation Area I suddenly felt it… a sudden fear. No m not one of those people who’s afraid at the slightest sign. Not at all. But then I suddenly felt a fear… a realization that m travelling through a very sensitive area… And then I was glad that I d stepped out that day. Or I wouldn’t have known that this fear even existed inside me. That I could actually be afraid of that. But I stepped out. And then it was gone just as it had come.

All fear stems from the fear of death. If you overcome that you don’t have to be afraid anymore.

I always felt death was just another phase. Of going back to the soil. It was just the exhaustion of the chemicals in your body that’s all. But then when I saw it closely some time back… Yes it Is that… the exhaustion of chemicals… but then there’s the stillness. You  can’t get over it. All that stillness. That stillness is death.

I love Pune. And I hate the moment it all happened. Even though ‘just 10’ died. But someone died… 1 or 10 is irrelevant. I feel like my backyard is violated. It shouldn’t have had happened!

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§ One Response to German Bakery… asa vhayla nako hota!

  • Hrishikesh says:

    Yes it’s so much true about the number thing.
    It goes like…1 blast ,10 innocent die, 50 badly injured,100 families in grief and sorrow ,1000’s worried and frightened .

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