Anaahat

After the events of the 3 terrorising days, a sheet of anxiety hung in the air. Not like being in a war; in a war you know the enemy is, he is identifiable. Here he was faceless. Someone standing next to me? “Let us start something. A non-cooperation movement. Something to show we are not taking this lying down. Something that can tell the leaders and politicians that we want our safety. A nameless, leaderless movement. Lets show them how many we are and how angry and tired and frustrated we are. Let us all come togehter at the gateway of india - on Wednesday, Dec 3 rd @ 6pm. Please spread the word if you agree it's time we send a message too!” This message blinked on various cell phones, emails, networking groups in the days that followed. Quite rightly catching on the general mood: anger, the feeling to do something, to voice out confused voices, somewhere. And, hoping someone hears them: politicians, terrorists or perhaps “we – the people”. I was ticked too and...

Thinking I feel disheartened, disappointed, let down, helpless as I watch this political game unfold. Do they really think I am dumb or blind? Do they think resignations are a solution? I want to scream: take responsibility of what happened promise and work for change. Travelling I travelled in the city today, as many others Each and every face was shadowed with fear and apprehension. Eyes were widened at every person carrying a rucksack No security at the stations, three days after the massacre The security at the entrance of a building checks my bag not knowing what to look-out for. And, While my peace is far away, news channels are busy locating Dawood and they aide in sacking a few ministers. Do they have the agenda for change right? Should the change begin from killing Dawood Or Should we look at our security? Analysing Perhaps, I feel so strongly because I bore the brunt of the attack this time I watched horrified as my familiar places turned into a battleground. Perhaps I feel s...