Resilience or Reluctance?

After 11th September 2001, I thought that this was the most adventurous attempt by terrorists at displaying their flexed muscles in a Metropolis, but 8 years down the line on the night of 26th November of 2008, the idea changed for ever. 9/11 was a moment of reality that will live down our memory lane for decades to come, as a moment of mindless mayhem. But 26/11 ...how do we categorize it? 10 men ,58 hours ,5 targets, and a nation of a billion people at ransom to their barrels. Even a year after that day it's difficult to assemble the puzzle. Because with their death some parts of the jig-saw were lost forever. Yet, most of us continue to live on with the same reluctance or perhaps the same resilience. And this "give-it-a-damn" attitude largely on display in the streets bewilders me. Every time I try ,I fail, to comprehend the reason for this. Guess we are a dunce learner as a nation. Who never took any lesson seriously and never botherd to memorize it by heart and in their hearts.

The police is following its old religious rites and rituals, bribes and bureaucracy are like hands shaking each other, and with this dilapidated infrastructure, the parliamentarians and ministers are busy stocking their swiss bank accounts and the country continues to live in a fear muted by harsh realities of life. We as a nation have shed enough tears , lit many candles, given long speeches and threw some tough question at our leaders. But despite all this the situation continues to be same. It seems quite odd to think that nation barely 62 years old has lost its national character to stand as a unit in protecting its sovereignty. But this is our reality, this is our story.

We are furious when a film like Slumdog Millionaire shows the poverty of India , the shadows of this nation to bag an Academy Award , but we all contribute to this shadow, that shimmers in the bright dazzle of the Indian sun. Mumbaikars continue to empty their pockets on party and luxury, the people in charge of this nation are no different and the men in KHAKI who protect us still carry on their shoulders Rifles that perhaps we had inherited from the last companies of British soldiers before partition. Barely able to recoil anymore. But our silence to all this is in deed golden.

Is it our resilience as a nation or reluctance or a lack of collective will and consciousness, is the question?

FUN ON THE RUN

The days and weeks before exams are like fun on th run type situation when last moment movers and packers like me set the balls rolling , barely eighteen days to go for final MBBS Part I to begin and the amount of course complete is barely fifty percent , with the guillotine of being barred from taking the exam due to low attendance looming large over my head, It was only after the test results were announced on the 6th of November that I picked up the book to go for the run, and when u have to run a million mile in one millionth of a time , its indeed a fun job, fun on the run , where to maximize output I use maximum resources in minimum time and every time (from my past experiences) I have come to realize, somehow I make the final cut with a thin line in between . Reading between the lines has been a old hobby from school days and being the last one to start preparations for the exams gives u a thrill and jitter that's priceless.....a lonely journey to a brighter tomorrow...and in the road in between its fun on the run ......so till the 23rd of December keep praying for me that I make the final cut.....

love always

sunny

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