Another Wednesday...

I remember posting this entry two and half years back about the 26/11 blasts. Today, after YET ANOTHER TERRORIST ATTACK, I really don’t want to repeat myself (we have politicians to do that). But one thing has changed though: in 2008, I was this student who had been remarkably close to the attacks but was not really touched by them. Yes, terrorism was a reality, yes Mumbai was the darling of terrorists and yes, I had been to all those ravaged places, but I was never personally affected. Terrorism was something that happened to other people, we just watched it on TV and shuddered. But I can no longer say that…

Mercifully I am safe, my family, friends and colleagues are safe, but that doesn’t stop me from going back a year, February 13, 2010: a time when I was lost in my own world (and not blogging). Ok, fine, it was Valentines Day eve and I was busy. But one phone call, and it sort of changed things forever. We were no longer a distant observer who sipped coffee, discussed the atrocities and abused the politicians; we had become a victim. There was a blast in German Bakery in Pune (a place we would often visit during our MBA days) and five of my close friends (including my ex roomie and the anon commenter on this blog) who were just revisiting the old days on a Saturday evening unfortunately chose to do so at that very hour. The rest is just blood and shock and trauma. The incident changed their lives but we are just thankful that they lived to tell the story.

Terrorism teaches you to be grateful for things which are our fundamental rights…

This post is for those five people (the anonymous commenter included)