Silent questions.....

This is my first blog.....and the reason i hav created one in the first place is, I m moved by the attacks dat happened in Mumbai......
I hav never maintained a personal diary, nor do i write down my thoughts into a file.....
The reason is not having not enough of things to write, but the fact that I've already thought abt them so much, that the topic is over in my mind before i start writing.......

But now, all this dat has happened, makes me think again n again........
All the innocent lives lost in the process.........
People who had a life before them to live.......

People who'd gone to the hotels, thinking about having a good time....

The bride and groom getting dressed to celebrate the most memorable day of their lives....

The chef preparing a meal with all his earnestness...

The mom n dad preparing to feed their only li'l son his meal for the night.....

All this makes me wonder now n then, about whether it is fair at all.....
For all those who died saving lives of others........for all those who had a lot of plans for their lives ahead....for the li'l Moshe....the only child of the Jew family left behind......
What must the people who got brutally killed, have felt in the last seconds......

And they died because some politicians who had the power of averting all this, had found their AC cars n palatial homes more compelling......

The Taj Mahal hotel.....the fortress which was a witness of the times of royals.....was now a silent witness to the blood bath.....
The piano that would have once played Beethoven's symphonies.....now silent n worn down...

The firemen, who inspite of not having any of the protection the commandos had, didnt think twice before plunging themselves in.......to save lives...
The hotel waitor, who leapt forward, to take a bullet in, saving the lives of his guests...
The old man, who could not hear, people warning him from a distance, kept walking, not knowing, that he's walking to death.....

The child who would have witnessed his parents' death...though not realising the graveness.....that he would no longer see them the next day.....


And after all this, the tragedy is not what happened......the tragedy is.......this could happen again...
Until it happens to us, we feel it for some days, n then go back go to our own world....
Until it is someone close to us, we dont realise the enormity of the situation.....

The question is not "where did we go wrong?", but "where did we go right?", at all.....