It’s the same thought, again.
It’s back there, on my face, staring at me, questioning the very reason why I am sitting there in front of the idiot box, holding the remote tight. I am trying to look sideways resisting the feeling to get too emotional, but, as always, it didn’t help this time either. LOC Kargil was on TV; I must have watched this movie around 20 times, but just have to watch it again whenever it shows up. Even IPL didn’t have enough magnetism to c
harm the attention. You may call it patriotism, or my hatred towards pakistan that I always get moved (I am sure that I am not the only one).
All war stories are emotional and they always lead to one simple question: was is really needed? At the end of it, who is getting benefited? We just want to feel safe sitting in the shadow of hollow walls, we shed tears for our heroes and we always move on with our lives. And our lives run untouched from attack to attack, before we get emotional again. The biggest learning that we draw from all the experience is that we are happy to stay a perfect democracy, where terrorists laugh at us on or faces and demand comfort in the jails. We make big issues out silly politics, but we care not to look concerned when Kasab is not shot in the head.
But why do we need any of this?
