Victims are not only those who die!

Quite obvious thing is this, when so ever someone die,. We say – “God bless his soul.” When someone of our friends –family dies, we cry. It’s a fact because some one who is with us is leaving us. This is 2008, India is very troubled from all side due to the terrorist attacks and all that bull shit. Is the person who dies is the only one to suffer, the answer is a bug no. but just give it a thought if some one of your lovely life gets expired in those attack, then?
We, the common people always try to be far away from these things, we are so busy with our life that we don’t keep time to think about this problem, this article is not about terrorism, neither about the person who died, not about the blood. I want to remind the thing that, we are fortunate, very fortunate.
It was early October’08, I was heading towards my room, but I thought to drop my friend, Poonam to her room first. We both were sharing our ideas about career, life, future, flowers, smiling faces and all those beautiful things. We preferred to walk through the pavement instead of taking an auto. I was smiling all around, unaware of the things happening in the other side of my nation.
My room mate gave me a call – “Bhai! Call your brother; I heard that terrorist attacked Delhi, this evening.”(My big bro was working in a private company in Delhi.)in the mid way to Poonam’s room. I stopped, moved not a bit. My body temperature felled many degrees, my hands became cold. My heart beat started to beat at a speed of 100 miles/ minute. I don’t know how to explain those 10 to 20 seconds.
I tried to call my brother in Delhi, trying to call, in the center of the road, I’m calling and he was not picking up the phone, calling again and no replies coming from him Poonam also felt very shocked, but didn’t say anything. (And possibly, how can you react to that situation is a hectic work, but she stood beside me.) After 2 minutes, my brother called back, and the first thing I asked was – “are you fine”
My eyes got wet and I thought to cry at that instance, I felt to fly to Delhi and hug him. It was first time in my entire life that loved to hear him. I got relaxed in few minutes. Poonam was also cool now; she said I prayed fro you and your brother for the entire time. Then I again started to walk to Poonam’s room. It was the horrifying thing I faced ever. That day I felt that its not the person who dies gets the pain,. But its all those who are associated to him also suffer the pain.
I want every one to think if you are a 70 plus old guy, who just lost his son, or a pregnant mom just lost his husband, or a father looking at the dead body of his 6 year son studying in school, or a millionaire who lost his family, or a young couple who got separated for ever and ever. I can make you thing a hundreds of such horrifying conditions, but that’s not the point. The point is that what have we done fro those who lost their sons, their husbands, their girls and who so ever. Do they deserve the pain what the felt. I can delete the felling of pain of that day. My brother was alright and enjoying the party, and cried for his well being.
I ask do we do something for those who actually lost something of their own, answer it to your self………

Aniruddhya Baidya