"HOME" CALLING...

"Tokyo Drift". I have felt the music to be appealing. I usually let the phone ring for a few minutes, when the call is from 'Home'. I liked listening to "Tokyo Drift". I did the same thing today. Mom- with her ususal list of Do's and Don'ts. I reply to her call with only "hmm.."s and "ya"s. "Don't go alone, anywhere. Don't go in the auto, alone. Don't go to BIG hotels.." . Mom, I presumed, got upset after watching the news. Of course, she was. The whole nation was. Only that, the 200 and 300 people who are dead- they don't seem numbers anymore.

Gopalakrishnan. P. K., AGM., State Bank Of India, Mumbai, a father, a husband, a brother and a maternal uncle, received a fatal gun shot at Taj, last night(26th Nov) where he had been dining with some of his friends.

News of terrorists shooting down people pops up almost everyday. But, being some where so secure, protected., they have never had an impact on me. I feel bad about it. But I also forget about it. But now, when a mere number flashing on screen right below the yelling Barkha Dutt, remains no longer a number- I feel as though something's over there- up and above my head- something evil, mocking at me, saying to me- "What would you do now? I am now, into your life too..." I am helpless.

Away from home. Away from people who I know. Nowhere to go. Yet, no tears come out of my eyes. A strange numbness, has become a part of me.

Mama's last words were the names of his two children. I hope, they find strength enough to carry on...

PS.: thank you, Karthik, for the link.. A report about his death in Times Of India.. Click Here..