Philosophy works when the stomach is full. All my philosophy stares at me when I see the heart wrenching cries of those injured at the blast, no matter where it is. Today it is Mumbai, it could be anywhere tomorrow. Watching the television screens we comment on the situation, we comment on those journalists who want make it early to cover this bit of news for their tv channels, to be the early birds. And there are those innocent ones, whose loves ones were waiting for them to return home, who got the brunt of those who try to create panic, whose hatred is more than love.
Makes me wonder what are we heading for? ‘Life is a metro’..is fast, it is compassionless, it is dry. As I write this, I introspect, the quality life we talk of, to think big, to look outwards….in the process aren’t we missing the basic ? Aren’t we missing out on Love- the basic ingredient that makes us human? Or is that also tagged with a price? We talk tall but have become hollow within.
A little of love, care, concern….not in situations like these, but consistent feeling of warmth to be ignited in us to fight off such dastardly coward acts …if we want to keep our loved ones safe.
Time to introspect and act …
And question ….is Love so scarce ????
Mana'nam 