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2 bomb blasts in CP.This is the CP I mentioned in my last post.The central point.The timeless feel.The cheerful crowd.I feel jittery going there now.
My last post amply reflected my love for Delhi.And just yesterday Delhi was rocked with serial blasts.First,all my blogger friends from Delhi...are you guys ok??Second, it stirred up memories. Memories of the last time Delhi was rocked with bomb blasts during diwali time.I still remember being in Sarojini Nagar .I remember being in a shop with my parents .There was this sound of explosion and the ground beneath me shook.Yes.for a second the earth really really shook and I can never forget that sound. Nobody at that moment could figure out what it could have been. When I went outside the shop, there just a few metres away there was this huge ball of fire in the air,black smoke coming out of everywhere.Yes,it was at the tikki waala stand where I was going to go after I was done with my shopping.I remember having eaten tikki and chat there every time I visited Sarojni Nagar.People were running everywhere and I could hear police sirens and see ambulance vans everywhere .I saw burnt people alive.I saw people bleeding,small children crying. And at that moment I realized how uncertain life was in this world of terrorism ,people fighting over nations and the common man bearing the brunt of it all..
Gk -1 M block market was rocked by two blasts .All I could think was all the times I had frequented this market and how I always used to rave bout the hippest crowd being in the GK market. And the same crowd ,full of young people would have been there shopping,bargaining with the thele waalas ,chatting at CCD unaware of the fate that was awaiting them.
Dilli is my jaan.And yet I could do nothing bout it. All I could do was sit at home and watch the news. Is there anything we the junta can do about it??I really don’t know. But don’t we need to find a way out??Its ironical how just one day prior to the blasts I was sitting in CCD at CP.And there were two cool dudes sitting beside us.When they left my friend noticed they had left a big sports bag beneath their seats. We all were laughing and joking bout how it possible contained a bomb and we all would be blown up. We told the CCD guy to take it away and he also laughed along with us thinking it was a bomb inside.Ofcousre it wasn’t but now a day later when I look back it I realise how what we were joking about could actually have been true .
Yes to most of us whos families weren’t hurt in the blasts it was a piece of breaking news. But what about people who lost their loved ones??their lives will probably never be the same again.I couldn’t bear to whatch the news yesterday.All I could think was WHY DOES THE COMMON MAN HAVE TO BE SO GRUESOMELY PUNISHED FOR A CRIME HE HASNT COMITTED?AND WHY CANT THE COMMON MAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT??SINCE WHEN DID LIFE BECOME SO UNCERTAIN??