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A mother was killed, and so was a daughter and a sister.

Today I came across this news article which reported the murder of a 21 day old baby!!! Not surprisingly, it was a girl.apparently the father had brutally killed the girl to escape the cost of bringing up yet another girl child. The father claims to be innocent but all evidence shows otherwise. When will people of our country (for now India, not long if quota politics continue) realize that the female diety that they pray is the same as the one that they so mercilessly kill, abandon or just ignore. In a country where even a cow is given a status of a mother, the sister's place help high in the family, a son is still considered the torchbearer of one's generation. Its high time.. dat we as a nation step forward as one to prevent such kind of atrocities. I am sure the politics will be of no help. They are too busy bickering over quota and arms deals.

Numbed!!

I can’t feel anything. My senses have become numb. As I look in a daze around me, all I see is death, blood, pieces of flesh, parts of body. My senses are working overtime. I hear wails. Children are crying. Adults are screaming. The place is filled with Death. You can see Death. You can hear Death. You can SMELL death. You can feel death...

I am immobilized. I can’t lift a finger to help those around me. I hate myself for my helplessness. I can’t even imagine myself being in the place of the people whose images are on the TV. Their personal agony and moment of grief is on air on the thousands of news channels around the world for everyone to see.

I hear of news reports describing the place as gory... It is not gory. That hand belonged to someone’s son. That is their only way to reach out to the innocent dead. The torn clothes become a relic. The place does not stink of blood. You can smell blood. And this time it does not belong to the chicken or the goat that one relishes.

Everybody will try to cash in on the blasts. News channels will generate record TRPs as people lap up the images of Death and terror. News websites will see record Page views as people read voraciously about the latest updates. Phone companies will hit an all time high as people call up to find out if their near and dear are safe. People will get something new to talk about.

Life will limp back to normalcy after the blasts. People will praise the Mumbaites for the resilience. Their ability to survive floods, riots and blasts within the span of one week. One more new term will be added to the everyday vocabulary – Terror Tuesday. This time it will not be relegated to the domain of stock markets!! One more date will be added to everyday vocabulary – 11/7.

I want to ask. I want to know. I guess nobody will ever tell me. WHY….????? Why did they do this? What kind of humans will have the heart to carry such an evil operation? When did humans become such demons?

What will I tell my mother when she tells me to come back home safely when I am leaving foe work? That I am at the mercy of terrorists? That she should refrain from praying to God for her family’s safety coz God is now just a deity?

What will I tell my sister when she leaves home? To be vary of the traffic? To look out for rapists? To look out for TERRORISTS? And I cannot do anything to protect her. I cannot do anything to protect anyone. So... What is it that I CAN do?? I really want to know!!!!

IF

A poem that I have had on my bedroom door since I was 12


[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling