City on fire

Wheneveer terrorism strikes India, I usually want to blog about it. Though I haven't blogged every time it did, the number of posts on terror seems to be on the increase. Now Terrorists invade Mumbai! Even in my wildest of dreams would I never have thought that what happened could actuall be done. What the terrorists did was something beyond my imagination, and I know that I have a wild imagination. What if I was at CST that rueful day? What if I was shot on the back of my head, and my face was blown out on the other side, and my family had to come find this faceless corpse of mine lying on a CST platform, next to 57 other corpses, faceless for them. How would my family take it? Worse, what if one of my near and dear ones would have received a bullet as a gift from those brainwashed diabolic radicals? How my blood would boil then. How my spirit would fume. Yet, however much I am infuriated by this attack, it is goober peas compared to the sorrow that the victims and their families go through. We, the unaffected would never understand, unless we are the affected.

I fold my hands in humble prayer, close my eyes and thank God for keeping me and my family safe on this vile day, the day that the devil danced a jig in front of the Taj. And I pray that the families of the victims would be comforted; their losses are too immense for comprehension. I pray that the politicians would stop waltzing with medusa, and pullup their slimy pants. That the scales would fall off the eyes of our blind leaders, and that the corruption that is eating to our country like an african-flesh-rot-bug would be axed at its neck. I pray that God would have mercy on all of us, because if there is someone who can save us now, it is him.

Waking up the BLASTed way

Well, after something like the blasts, I cannot think of writing on any other subject. 7 blasts that shook Mumbai, injured mercilessly, destroyed agonizingly, traumatized tardily and woke up instantly. Yes. Woke Mumbai up instantly!

Instead of raving about voices like “Look at the pain it caused”, I am going to jabber about “Do you need a blast to wake you up?”

Picture this. The bomb blasts take place on the 11th of July. And in the next two days, 26 communities on “Fighting Terrorism” Sprang up on Orkut (the popular friends network). And surprisingly, before the 11th not even a single community existed that raised a voice against terrorism or at least none showed up on my search results. Strange eh?

People talk about why it happened? How bad it was. And then a couple of days later, the whole city is patting itself on its back and grinning “Mumbai is unaffected, we can get back on track in a couple of days. No bomb blasts can shake us.” Well, I say ”You were unaffected because you didn’t lose a brother, mother or a father in the blast. You were unaffected because you have developed insensitivity towards the blast, developed by the frequency with what terrorism strikes. You are unaffected because you have to meet your deadlines, and you cant afford to take a day off because of some blasts.”

People may talk, people may cry. But if the same “people” look deep inside, they will see tainted souls that are deficient of the spirit of God. Did the blasts really affect you. What did you do? What about the hundreds who die on the streets because of Hunger? What about the thousands who die because of crime? What about the children who die as children, because their parents didn’t have enough money to get them treated? Why do we ignore the blasts that are happening everyday in the lives of the handicapped and the disabled? How many people prayed for the terrorists who did this? Don’t their souls deserve salvation?

Well the blasts were Gods way of telling a sleeping generation to get up. This is what I believe. Because we are a generation in slumber. A generation in sin. What are we doing as Christians? Do we need God to wake us up the BLASTed way?