Blasts And Collapse

The city has become a sentient wilderness shrouded in the darkness of death, surmounting pain and grief embodied with an impervious spirit to bounce back to normalcy. The flyover collapse has been a deja vu for most of us, not in the sense of its occurrence but the events juxtaposed with it. The wailing sirens, stampede, chaos, bloodshed and casualties might be repeated over time and has been ubiquitous but the reality and uncertainty takes time to sink in. For the ones who haven't been affected by the two incidents it is easy to digress from reality in order to move on with life, the only change being a lingering fear of any future untoward incidents. Public outbursts have called for inquiries and justice; but in a country where acquitting criminals and injustice are indigenous of the judicial system it is left to be seen as to how much we can expect and fight for or will it become another classic case of 'justice delayed is justice denied'? The blasts were a grim reminder of the omnipresence of terrorism and the fact that it can rear its grotesque head with precise suddenness and unexpectedness. While the collapse taught us another valuable lesson of life, that nothing is certain, for a city which is still reeling under the aftermath of the blasts, the collapse came as a complete shock taking place exactly fifteen days later with an uncanny sense of time. As Hyderabad is limping back to normal life one can only hope for the rejuvenation of the much damaged spirit of the city.