So how exactly do we root out terrorism?
In spite of all the hope and faith I have, some practical fibre in me tells me that this is something that will never leave us completely. Its like these microorganisms that are said to be immortal, because nothing can kill them.
Its like a horror movie, where you slice it once in the head, and 2 new ones appear.
As long as there is one left, there will be another.
So lets meet over coffee sometime.
And talk about how we are going to deal with this
On religion once again.
Its times like these that disillusion a lot of people, with regards to religion and faith. They ask where God is in all this.
Allow me to tell you what Mahesh Bhatt said.
“Don’t expect your gods and goddesses to come down and sort this out for us. We are the architects of this destruction.”
Doesn’t that make sense?
A far cry from ‘heaven being a place on earth’, like the Bangles felt it was.
One of my friends had on her Facebook status, that she is hoping for justice.
Justice? That word has lost all its meaning. This is not a fair fight. When innocent civilians have guns held to their heads, as a barter, that is not a fair fight.
According to the traditions of warfare, one never attacks an unarmed opponent. And one never attacks when the opponent is sleeping. Those were the good old days of chivalry and honor.. and justice.
Why is this happening to us?
This is not the kind of philosophy I would like to give a grieving person, or probably receive when I am grieving. But here’s what I think:
Know how they say ‘when you smile the world smiles with you, but when you frown, you frown alone’? Apparently this is not so. In fact the world doesn’t always smile with you when you are smiling, because the sight of someone else happy and successful burns them up. On the other hand, it is during times of grief that our hearts melt for each other. We make chicken soup for a person we don’t like just because we are good people deep down inside.
There’s a particular medical condition that some people are born with, in which, they cannot feel pain. You can put staples in their hand, or pluck out each strand of hair from their head, but they won’t feel a thing. Lucky for them you say? Not so. These people are at the disadvantage of not knowing if their body is burning or if they have lost a limb, because of this very same wolf in sheep’s clothing. And by the time they do realize it, it might be too late.
Pain is a necessary evil.
Times of happiness do not make humanity come together. Times of sadness do. Laughs, cries and music have no language just like terrorism has no religion.
To end, I want to say this.