Think

There have been a spate of bomb blasts in India recently, especially in Delhi. I had a few heated conversations with a friend (since this is one of the subjects that I consider my emotional triggers). My point of view was simple. What is the reason to live in a country where you have a constant fear of getting yourself or your family killed by some idiots for no apparent reason. My friend told me the usual stuff that India is our country, we should not run away, etc, etc. And that I would be selfish if I would not stay there. I guess most of my friends will voice this same opinion. I asked why and it was mentioned that all of our family and friends are in India and so we cannot run away. Well, isn't that an even more selfish answer. 

The question I carried further was if you knew that your loved one was about to die tomorrow in a bomb explosion and you had a chance to save him by moving him to a more peaceful place, would you do it or not? Would you, just for harping a few words of patriotism allow your family to be killed? As expected I got no answer. I still think about this and can't still understand why people fail to realize the truth. The truth that we in India have placed our security in a very compromising position.

The movie "A Wednesday" express beautifully what I am trying to explain. Ah, but who cares and what will I achieve by mentioning this. Nothing will change, nothing ever seems to change in our country for good (no they are not pessimistic thoughts just reality). I just hope I can do something about it for my loved ones.

What is your opinion? What is your answer?

The girl by the window

The girl by the window - Kevin Rodrigues

I woke up as usual today

It's a cold, windy morning in Norway

Walking alone on my way to the station

Hands in my pocket, and in my mind, imagination

A handful of people walking along their path

I wonder what story each has in his heart

Passing by the Palace with its beautiful ground

Watching the birds as they scamper around

I reach the station in about fifteen

A few trains pass with their seats empty

Waiting for the train that is seven twenty

Looking around, observing as much as I can see

In the other direction, a train comes by

MY eyes wander, trying something to find

They finally see what they have been searching then

The girl by the window have I seen once again