A wake up call....

What unfolded in Mumbai has made me angry, sad, harsh, and frightened.

Here are men who are afraid of nothing….walking in as if to savour an ice-cream killing everything in sight.

Their determination is scary…in that despite their numbers dwindling they held on and kept up the siege for so long.

There are many people, institutions to blame.

But it’s to the spirit of Mumbai that they have survived yet once again. If it had been Bangalore that would have been the death knell for this city, so unashamedly unprepared to meet any emergency.

There are many questions I’m repeatedly asking myself and now there are fears…

Of how any of us could be caught in the cross fire, when least expected.

Makes me worry about tomorrow…. My big plans. At the moment my only plans.

What if I don’t have much time left?

But more so I worry about my loved ones. When I see the pain on those who have lost, it makes me sit upright and wonder how I would deal with it. Will there be this calm or will I merely be numb. I don’t want to imagine…that makes it a little real.

Every place is unsafe.

Every place is a target.

Every one is a target.

Life is no more innocent, about random laughs, tears, simple joys and little treats.

It has to be about accomplishing all I want soon.

For the clock is ticking and no one knows for how long.

God be with those who have lost love and more in this madness. May it never be repeated.....