13th September, indeed a fateful day for India. Bomb blasts rocked the heart of India’s capital - Delhi, killing around 30 and brutally injuring more than 100 innocent lives. The families who lost their loved ones had no clue that such a thing would happen and they would see them for the last time. Five blasts that took place in Delhi left the masses agitated and startled. The audacious terror attacks were claimed by the Indian Mujahideen, a militant group. They targeted some of Delhi’s best known landmarks and markets, exposing the inadequacy of India’s security forces.
The photographs show people grieving with immense pain and hurt. It is said that a picture speaks a thousand words and each picture of the bombarded area depicts a sense of concern, care and assiduousness shown by strangers to strangers. The wounded lying on the floor crying out of anguish and misery is indeed a depressing sight to see. People in large numbers gathered together to escort the injured to hospitals. Such an act, evidently attests that the spirit of humanity is still alive amongst us. Photographs also show the feeling of helplessness amongst common man. Even the police seem to be weak in front of the guilty. There is nothing one can do after everything is lost. It is like crying over spilt milk. The sympathy and empathy which people showed towards one another protrudes a symbol of oneness. These retrospective snapshots are examples of togetherness. It gives you an idea of relevance of mankind today and in times to come.
Investigations will go on but the tears of people who have lost their nearest and dearest in such blasts will never desiccate. Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Surat and now - Delhi. Seeing the way blasts happen this way, it is quite apparent that no place in India is free from terror attacks and each one of us are vulnerable to it. The politicians will condemn it, the media will debate it and one day everybody will forget it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment