People have gone back to work. Trains, taxis, buses are back on the tracks and roads as per schedules. Radios and televisions have gone back to playing the normal peppy songs, serials and entertainment shows. Comedy serials are desperately tickling the viewers in order to emanate some laughter. Charges and counter charges are being hurled at each other by political parties. Some resignations here and there have taken place. Some grandiose plans have been announced by the government here and there. Debates on televisions by the same old faces continue. Symbolic fights and protests are on here and there. Investigations are on and press keeps reporting at regular intervals some snippets that some stupid source divulges to them. Page 3 people are fighting on words like resilience and strength. Poets are writing poems. Artists are possibly painting some pictures. Writers are writing and Film makers are planning. Bloggers are blogging. Offices and factories are open. The brokers in the stock market are screaming. Its normal time folks!!!
In the meantime there is silence. There is silence in the homes of the men and women of the forces and civilians who died. There is silence at the home in a small village at Uttar Pradesh where a waiter of Leopold Café used to hail from. The village is silent.
Major Unnikrishnan’s house was silent other than some partial disturbance by some politicians, Sabina Saikias children are not asking any questions that her husband Santanu has to answer.
Hemant Karkare’s house is silent.
The police constables who died on duty, their homes are silent.
So many foreigners who died, their homes overseas are silent.
I can hear this silence and its bursting my ear with its deafening noise.
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Monday, December 1, 2008
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