Its still not over.. The 48-hour ordeal has given way to a numbness that is unfamiliar. Police, security forces, media working round the clock. More than 155 dead and 327 injured and still counting....
I sit in front the TV like a piece of useless furniture. Yes exactly...a numbed, still piece of wood....I feel useless, incapacitated and debilitated and very angry. Angry at my own helplessness..at not being able to do anything by way of help when thousands of affected people are living out the worst hours of their life. A 2-year old Jewish baby who lost both parents, Sabina Sehgal Saikia, an upright lady journalist whose last chilling message to her husband was that the terrorists had entered her bathroom after which her phone could not be contacted...
I can speak for myself. Not for the politicians who are looking to play politics based on the common man's losses.
Great lives, slain heroes. Hemant Karkare, Ashok Kamte, Sandeep Unnikrishnan...the brave men who went down fighting so that someone could go back home safe. What do we as Indians need to do now? See that these great lives have not gone in vain. How do we do that?
In the next few weeks there will only be questions...but we need answers. Desperately.
(Will update the blog, when I can think more coherently)
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