While watching the series of attacks in Mumbai last night, I could do nothing but hope that things would be not as bad. By morning, the news showed 80 Dead and several hundreds injured. By afternoon, it was a hostage drama.
While people make facebook groups, write blog posts and discuss the failure of Indian security system, the bottomline remains – there is nothing one can do but to hope. Hope that one day, India will invest time in checking its security system instead of sending missions to moon, India will make it safe for her population than handling pirates at the high seas, India will remember the 13 bomb attacks this year than just those buttered speeches by LK Advani and Sonia Gandhi, and India will one day value her people’s life than just counting them as dead bodies.
To those affected directly and indirectly, I feel sorry and helpless. I feel guilty for spending about half of my expected life span in the country and yet not being able to contribute to making it a better place. On this day, while Mumbai Police – so called one of the top 10 tries to combat terror, I read this:
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.