When Love couldn't trump Hate!
It was November 2008 and I couldn't be more excited as I was turning an year older in couple days. I knew all the people I had to invite for the party and all the bling I had to buy and all the shazam had me excited for a month. I had just started earning my own real money which called for a grand celebration on my birthday. Among all the delirium I got a call from a close friend who resided in Mumbai. The call was very unclear but from all the bits and bytes of information all I could pick up were keywords like 'attack' 'so many people' 'aunty ' and a lot of sobbing. I switched on TV and it was literally a blood bath and mayhem. Mumbai attacks shook me in ways I dint know humanly was possible.
My birthdays after that had never excited me and the sad memories of my friend's loss kept coming back to me. November 2015 was no different as I was back in my shell. I was hoping it would be a peaceful birthday but my prayers weren't going to be answered that easily I guess. Paris attacks had me in shackles. Such beauty and such strength all came tumbling down. I have been fascinated with Paris for as long as I can remember and I was in total denial of the attacks. How could Paris ever be under a terrorist radar? What was the fault of all those innocent people? After all they were just spending their day attending a concert. How was that such a big mistake? They were just with their families and fellows unwinding to some music? Music is supposed to spread love and bring people closer, isn't it?
It's hardly been over a year and now London fell weak at the big daemon's feet! The big daemon of Hate. The Hate that only gets bigger and alarmingly so. How big this hate might be which needs innocent lives to quench it's thirst. All those prayer meets and all those candle march's have fallen vain and nothing seems to stop this Hate forever. We are supposed to be the most intelligent species but I wonder what makes us behave like the least?!
Love,
S
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