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Not fair

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2013 at 1:50 pm

Some of the most rememberable moments I had in my life were the moments I completed my half-marathon runs. In all of these occasion my body had completely given up, but the trill of crossing the finishing line made me trod forward. I also distinctly remember the boy who ran to me with a bottle of glucose water and probed me to get back to run somewhere at 16km during the Mumbai marathon and the two volunteer girls who ran either side of me during my last kilometer of Geneva marathon when I thought I could not run anymore. All of these strangers were really instrumental for the moments I consider as one of my most treasured achievements.

It is beyond comprehension how someone can take away such precious lives, rudely interrupting the pure and intimate conversation these runners were having with their internal spirits and the fraternal conversations the great souls who came to cheer were having with the runners. The cheers that were imparting courage, motivation and strenght . It is sad! Really sad! and really not fair!

But what else can we do, but keep calm and carry on. http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2013/04/the-boston-marathon-bombing-keep-calm-and-carry-on/275014/

We will prevail.

In Uncategorized on November 27, 2008 at 11:56 am

It is a sad day. ‘Our’ Mumbai is under siege. Many have lost their lives. The lives prematurely stolen from them in an extreme unjust manner. Apart from offering my solidarity and prayers, I am not sure what I should do.

I am deferring from using the phrase “Spirit of Mumbai” at this instance, since it is phrase vandalised by politicians and others with vested interest. I am deferring from using the phrase “terrorism”, since it is also a word glorified and vandalised by its perpetuators. It is a term we see being used liberally by people who do not understand what the term ‘terror’ actual means.

I tried to imagine the terror inside a person in front of a gun point. I couldn’t. I tried to image the terror inside a person in the midst of a cross fire. I couldn’t. I tried to imagine the terror inside a person struck by a bullet. I couldn’t. I tried to imagine the terror inside a person who has to witness his or her loved one being shot down by a bullet. I couldn’t, though the thought gave me a cold and uneasy shudder. I know it is intense. I know it is not pleasant and it is ugly. I know it is a suffering I never would like to go through.

The form of terror that is directly accessible to me at this moment is the fear of such ghastly activities forming  fissures and disconnect in the perception or awareness of our common human condition. The possibility of the induced fear masking the connections and flow of emotions or expressions between us. Ties being broken, dogma prevailing and braids of terror and hate cowling into us.

However, Mumbai, you give me hope. Your humanity gives me hope.

Human Chain - A photograph by flickr user Vinu

Human Chain - A photograph by flickr user "Vinu"

I am quoting below a chant poem by Nikki Giovanni’s during the Virginia Tech Convocation commemorating the April 16th Virgina Tech massacre.

We are Virginia Tech.

We are sad today,
and we will be sad for quite a while.
We are not moving on,
we are embracing our mourning.

We are Virginia Tech.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly,
we are brave enough to bend to cry,
and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.

We are Virginia Tech.

We do not understand this tragedy.
We know we did nothing to deserve it,
but neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS,
neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by the rogue army,
neither does the baby elephant watching his community being devastated for ivory,
neither does the Mexican child looking for fresh water,
neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized.
No one deserves a tragedy.

We are Virginia Tech.

The Hokie Nation embraces our own and reaches out with open heart and hands to those who offer their hearts and minds.
We are strong, and brave, and innocent, and unafraid.
We are better than we think and not quite what we want to be.
We are alive to the imaginations and the possibilities.
We will continue to invent the future through our blood and tears and through all our sadness.

We are the Hokies.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We are Virginia Tech.