No one is safe, and no one is brave!

Recently, when Pune was hit with terror blasts, I realized that we Indians have developed a habit of living in illusions- We are not worried because we are safe, and we don't give in because we are brave.

We the people need to realize this. Living ignoramus is not the solution to the problem. Not everyone has the courage to fight. But facing the reality is safer. We've got to face the fact that no one is born immune to these terror attacks. Ten died the other day. Our lives didnt change. Theirs were no more left to change. We dont care about them. Face it. We dont have a heart for these incidents. Or we merely have no time to think about the matter. Again because we are not bothered.

As I write this, it has just been a week to the blasts in German Bakery. The news about the matter has already dried out in the local newspapers. We have cricket and budget to focus upon! Newspapers are reflection of the society. They contain what an average Indian wants to read. Yes right, we did mourn. Candle Vigil by a handful of Puneites. Then its all over. I talk on account of any common man. Those whose loved ones were affected, sure do care.

So do we wait for someone close to us to be included in a list of victims? This might sound harsh but do ask yourself this question. I incurred this when I analysed the possibilities of my presence at the scene of the mishap. Not big ones that I could narrate in my 'great escapes' compilation, yet practical. This is what people love to do- Prove their luck! Anyways I am happy, because since I wasn't there, I am alive and unaffected. Thats the horror. The culprits could still be in Pune, but I have already stopped caring.

That's where the other illusion lands in. Heard these words -'Mumbai is brave' and 'Mumbai never stops'? Now thats amazing. Yes the city might not stop. But no one can connect these statements. Face it. A city has a hard running economy of its own. Daily wagers, grocers, office-goers, shopkeepers and business tycoons are all out on the roads, not to show their bravery. Infact they show their disconcern for the matter. And they prove that money is prime.

Someone might scorn and ask -So what do I do? But I would say this is a question lying far from where we stand now. We have been lying to ourselves for years. It will take time to realize the truth and come out of an unknown cowardice. Its in human gene. Our eyes see what we want to. And our mind thinks in the direction we have set it. Open your eyes, widen your mind, then act!

Music

I rest, i sleep, i wake, i work.. I sit, i stand, i walk...n stop..
I finally lay down.. on my bed.. wondering... I
I cant find my peace.. I m bored of evrythng.. I get in a state of unrest... Something that is irresistible..
My head hurts... I take deeper breath.. I need something to cling upon.. something to pacify my mind....
To prevent it from thinking at all.....Almost like I wanna givein..


Theres some music.. I hear it... I feel the music in the air..
My body not in control... But the rythm gets my faint response...
Some movements beneath my flesh...
My heart thumps.. I feel blood rush down my ears..
I hear the sound.. The doors creak.. Air gushes out of my lungs..almost missing a breath...

I sense my senses fading..I barely feel alive...
It seems gothic, but who cares, its soothing... I try recollectin my senses, but fail.. I loose to the ambient.. A drowning feeling..

Its been long Im still.. I breathe.. stable enough..
My eyes are shut..My mind just follows the music...
And I feel some life...Energetic suddenly...
I feel something imaginative.. I get my colours.. I get my peace..
I get my xcitemnt.. A refreshing feeling.. A passionate one....

I recover..
I get life..

Music.. is a safe kind of high