Another viscious attack on the heart of the hyderabad city. Another illusion shattering. The Local behaviour of terrorism is always a matter of heartburn. No one wishes his/her place is vulnerable. It is not sad, it is downright mean. It is quite easy to smuggle a bomb into a crowded place. The chilly feeling you get when walking through the hustle and bustle Charminar on the eve of Ramadan is no more a joke or something to be trivially talked about. The sadness of the whole thing lies in the fact that, the fragile nature of communalism gets itself boosted here in these instances.
One could easily start Muslim bashing as usual. But wait, Hyderabad! It is not just any run-of-the-mill areas where you can do all your bashing and get away with it. A place known for its Nawabs and Islamic culture, clearly something is wrong in here. Maybe it is time to blame it on Hindus. The Mecca Masjid clearly points to the same. Maybe it is the retaliation. Maybe it is local vengeance of the global hatred.
None of this however takes into consideration the gravity of the situation. Not of terrorism, anyway. This is a time where all the terrorism rhetoric comes up, become alive in the newspapers for, say, one week and becomes common place only to come back in the next wave of attacks. Let us not be so complacent. Maybe it is time to tell people that hatred isn’t helping. There are peaceful methods of protest. That all of forms of extremisms are criminal. Let not the leaders get lost in their own rhetoric.
Let us make sure that we start thinking for ourselves and not lend our heart and brain to our so-called leaders. let us enjoy the pleasures of thinking for ourselves.



My intial reaction turned from panic to rage but eventually subsided to a quick blog post. The blog shall remain unchanged with all the typos and emotions. so shall the pain