The nasty kid with a bagpack and a gun

When 21 year old Ajmal Kasab arrived in India without a passport and a sinister mission in mind, little had he imagined the (de) fame he was to earn in this nation! He lived the quarter of his life in fanaticism and hatred against a group of unseen faces who never caused any direct harm to him or his family but yet he was determined to kill them.  Bottled anger is apparent for most at this age and it has long been exploited by all terrorist groups.

We waited for four years to execute a murderer who did not pause for a moment to kill innocent lives and rip our nation’s peace into shreds. We keep waiting for justice to be justified by itself for decades till common man grows ‘sick’ of the same headlines – Jessica Lal,  Aarushi , Babri Masjid, Godhra, Naroda Patiya, Best bakery.. an endless list of unjustified, unanswered questions that force us into submissive observers. 

Caving

Its quite comfy in here with the fire lit and the downpour outside. The insects are a bit of a menace though. The smell of roasted meat and stew remind me of the oven bell in my furnished kitchen. I do not even lift my head anymore if something hisses around, shiny hides aren't terrifying to my sight now. I am letting my toolbag to dry in this humid weather(funny expectations!) by emptying it and laying down all my rare tools on the ground that cost me a fortune.
and I ask .... Is this what I had planned for myself? I did not go entirely wrong there. Didn't I phrase it saying "carving out my space". Carved this space so much so that it has turned into a cave. A large empty dark cave where the only response I receive when I call out is of my own echo.
But its still comfy here...