Skip to main content

Blasted.....


Even when I am not crossing the roads,I am not sure the vehicle on the fast lane will not suddenly sever and run over me.It is nightmarish to walk on the roads.
I want to go for the movies,but I am not sure if I will come home to narrate the story to my family.I love to run down to market and pick up fresh vegetables for my Sunday lunch,but am not certain if I will make it back.I like shopping on Id, Diwali and Christmas,but I don't know if there will be a Diwali,Id or Christmas for me. I am not a pessimist.I believe in "HOPE" & like to live my life king size. I don't fear death.I understand death is the only certainity for we the 'living'.
But what I hate is the agony of my people looking for me in the debris of a blast and waiting for the DNA test to prove.... that what they picked up was parts of 'ME' that was....just a split back the blast.........
Labels:

Comments

Himanshu Tandon said…
The recent blasts surfaced out the lack of intelligence and security yet again, making the common man think about the vulnerability of his life on the street again.

I guess your thoughts echo the voice of almost everyone around. Still for those who care less I reckon it would be a good idea to include a few pictures from the blast in your article itself.

Someone forwarded a few to me this morning. I am mailing the same across to you. Please see, if it makes some sense to add them within your article. (I do hope that there is more to come on this topic. Keep going Sir)
September 16, 2008 at 4:50 PM
KAYARBEE said…
Thanks Himanshu..your comments help me..to trace my blogs to common man's pride,prejudice & plights..I always like to capture Kodak moments .. it helps to break away from gory & bloody moments of human maddness...which has become the order of the day..
take a look on my next entry...
September 21, 2008 at 2:42 PM
KAYARBEE said…
This comment has been removed by the author.
September 21, 2008 at 2:42 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

In conversation with Bapu....

With 'Sare Jahan Se Achcha' and 'Abide with Me'the Soul-stirring martial tunes and solemn drum beats at the majestic Raisina Hills the "Beating the Retreat" ceremony marked the conclusion of the week long ceremonial functions of India celebrating her 62nd year of Republic.As the illumination lit up the edifices of Imperial India..my thought reached out to that day into the history of independence that finally dropped the curtain on a life called "Gandhi"...the man whose experiment with truth may not have jelled with today but his name has truly become the brand that remain most misused & manipulated both in trade & politics.As I key-in these lines I can read out the conversation that would have transpired between the "soul of Nation" (SON) and "Mahatma Gandhi"(Bapu)....Read on what I read..... SON: Bapu it's me,are you sleeping....? BAPU: How can you ask that...don't you know this day in the year 1948..I was gu...
4 comments
Read more

But 'PAPU' Can "Vote"...'Sala'..!

"Sala".. is a generally accepted slang for both 'hum' the "Hindustani" and 'tum' the "Indian". Together this "HUM TUM" make the "Aam Admi"of the world's largest 'democracy'. This is our "INDIA".I agree with the TV ad that almost says "My India Strongest" in spite of the "Everest" of issues that surround her. Normally in this country the fate of the 'ordinary' people ie 'Aam Admi' always remain woefully harassed, pushed and frustrated through the year. However at the close every 5 years this 'Aam Admi' suddenly become extraordinarily powerful and remain wooed by all 'big,small and sundry' political parties of the country. Yes it is time for General Election. In the coming months for the 15th Lok Sabha, 714 million eligible voters would be 'bee lining' to the ballot boxes across 29 states,6 union territories to elect 543 members . 'Jaago-...
4 comments
Read more

My expiriment with "TRUTH"..

It was today but the year was 1981 and the day was probably a Saturday. I was there on the ceremonial stretch of "Raj path".There were about 4 lac people like me "all excited", getting ready for the "action shot" for Richard Atendbrough's film "GANDHI". The scene was Gandhiji's "funeral procession".I was wearing white khadi "Pajama & Kurta" which I bought from Khadi gram udyog at 'Regal building the previous evening. This was the recommended "dress code" for the shoot. Probably I never thought then that I was about to be part of a "live action crowd" of this magnitude that will never again be filmed. Soon the heavy camera's parked on the cranes started rolling. I lost the count of how many times those giant like cameras zoomed in and zoomed out of me. I was simply emotionally charged walking the stretch shouting "Vande Matram","Mahatma Gandhi" "AmarRahe"...
2 comments
Read more