what about enough is enough?

Continued from last maybe....

I've also realized that I have a very striking bald patch, which in some days will become a balder patch, if not tended to. I'm really conscious about it and i'm on 'operation do-something'. So Nerdy has agreed to become my therapist, who'd better do a good job of it or she be fired.

Ofcourse problems become big and small from time to time. For eg. in front of what happened today, in front of the devastation of Bombay, anything else looks litte. So ya, the terrorists did manage to run their assignment to perfection.
They came, they saw and they ravaged. And they killed and killed. It was war and unpleasantness in their truest sense. It was a lot of naked, virulent terror and in places where only a month ago, I was gallivanting and admiring it's sheer brilliance. So clearly, it must affect the victims, the perpetrators and the spectators. It is quite disrupting and not limited to Mumbai. For eg. Back in Indore, my parents have disrupted their lives, upsetting their peace completely because Zoo stays in Mumbai, with whom they keep confronting about how often and for how long to stay outside home these days.
One would think, it's the two biggest hotels of the country, almost symbols of Mumbai's cosmopolitanness. Big places. But that perhaps could be solved with just a better security culture in the country. For some time, some of us are going to feel impatient about the systems that we might have to be put through, but how long could it take to get used to. But no, one can't say anything about anything these days. What would an unassuming family waiting patiently in the waiting room of VT station know or predict or about the modest Nariman house?

How does one forecast terror? But more importantly how does one manage it or better still, how does one fight it?
By depoliticizing it, we may be able to reach somewhere sure. By beefing our terror laws also, we may be able to reach somewhere too. But there comes our famous hypocracy or should I say, binary opposition (thinking). For every man, who wants to shoot the terrorist down, there's another, human right activist who thinks maybe it'd be too inhuman or maybe I don't get it. But again, there's got to be something to arrest such tedious episodes and embarrassments to our country. There are other oppositions. And then there are GDP growth rates, foreign capital, destitution also in our country, with an added issue of terrorism, maybe garbed also in some religious and linguistic sentiments. But anyway, it's all very disillusioning. For an average youth like us, which may not find worthy-enough leaders to follow, it is important to be more cautious in life I think for our own sake.

Even as I write this, I wonder what all these reporters and news-readers would do. It's their bread and butter to brave it out and forego their longed-for sleeps and rest their tired bodies and minds. I also wonder, what must the brave policemen and NSGuards be thinking. Forget about resting and sleeping, do they think of quitting when they go back from work? Ofcourse the dead terrorists must not get a life to do anything or think anything.

But anyway, they say Mumbai has a soul and it will spring back in no time. But then, any other city also would spring back, in its own time ofcourse. But it'd be much less tiring if such interruptions wouldnt happen altogether.

I also like 'Welcome' film a little better. I do not think an average Indian, deserves the insecurities he is made to suffer. Even if, bad democracy has to be fought with bad democracy, it's worth it, once and for all.

We have just followed news and more news today.
The repurcussions are going to be many and long-term affecting trade, sports and everything in between war and peace.
i hope ashok kamte, vijay salaskar and hemant karkare and a whole lot of army men rest in peace because we lost some of the most competent policemen who led from the front.

This whole business of taking lives and ruining many others by the b******s is condemned not only in India but everywhere else, and rightly so. I fail to understand how dastardly these militants can be and how dyslexic would they have to be to not know what a dead-end this war is. Maybe they should make more love and more music and more chocolates and more peace and more babies and more art to really know, ofcourse for their own sake, that life is pretty if you can make it that.

Later