Some experience huh...

It hits hard, deep inside. The shock, the fear and the tears – all in a second. You only know the feeling when you hear it – bomb blast. The pale faces, the trembling hands and more that anything FEAR stabs your heart when you hear that 9 bomb blasts have occurred, in your city in the places that you often visit.

We were in the middle of English class, listening to the soft voice of our English teacher in the background while all of us had our own conversations, when another English teacher ABN comes into the class without her usual ado and announces, “Everybody should go home. Something has happened in the city.” Well, as much as we like school, an early dismissal is always welcome and we packed our bags and raced out of class. But curiosity pricked our hearts, so we tried asking the teachers about the ‘something’ that had happened. But with ashen faces, the teachers hastened our descend to the ground floor. As we walked past the Chemistry lab, I saw the lab attendant holding a mobile and telling a group of 2nd years that there were bomb-blasts. When I told my classmates walking in front of, they laughed. 200 metres ahead a very scared parent told us that there have been 8 blasts in the city near Forum, off Richmond Road etc.etc. Forum is the most popular shopping mall in the city and it hit us hard. My friend literally turned white when she remembered that our friends were supposed to go to Forum.

Without thinking, I picked my cell, dialled home and asked my Granny where Mom was. I heaved a sigh of relief when she said that my mother had gone to pick up my sister from school. The relief was so great that, as much as I don’t feel like admitting, I burst into tears. As students staggered out of the college, each one thought, why Bangalore?

Even though only 2 people have died and few have sustained injuries and the police call it low-intensity blasts, the fear has ripped the hearts of a few Bangaloreans. I can’t imagine how anxious my Dad must have been when he called us from Jaipur on hearing about the blast. Telephone lines got jammed as everyone on the streets flipped their mobile phones to call their near and dear one to inform them that they were still in one piece. (That was some very bad humour there) Around every corner you hear the word ‘blast’. Life seems dreadful when you count up the number of ways you can end it, but I guess we are all here to only see the bright side of it. With a happy note, I end this post:

♫ Raindrops are fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me
‘Cause I ‘m never gonna stop the rain by complaining ♪♪…