Saturday Bombings!

Seven days in a week and only one Saturday. Not fair. But, lucky we are, there is only one Saturday. Little irrelevant? But the recent bombings in the country suggest that terrorists want to release their horror shows only on Saturdays. What a day? We eagerly wait for weekend and they just need the arrival. What a day, Saturday day! Whatever the agenda could be, Saturdays are becoming rather fluky days for bombs. It explodes everywhere, on Saturdays.

Three major bomb blasts on Saturdays:

- October 29, 2005 at Ahmadabad
- July 26, 2008 at Ahmadabad
- September 13, 2008 at Delhi

Yea, if Saturdays can be party days for bomb planters, why not Fridays and Sundays. And obviously other remaining days of the week. However, how interesting it could read, most of the major bomb blasts in India (or may be anywhere else) happens on weekends. Easy targets, soft targets and nice days!

- April 14, 2006 at Delhi (Friday)
- September 8, 2006 at Malegaon (Friday)
- July 25, 2008 at Bangalore (Friday)
- August 25, 2007 at Hyderabad (Sunday)
- October 14, 2007 at Ludhiana (Sunday)
- November 24 2007 at Lucknow, Varanasi and Faizabad (Sunday)

No kidding, our weekend parties can be bomb parties in the future. I was thinking if we can change our weekends to more secured Wednesdays or Thursdays. These days might not have proved too holistic in the past either, either. But, in the present context, it seems they can at least put some apprehension on bomb planters’ minds. They would rather disapprovingly say, ‘Oh! This time, the weekend is coming on Wednesday.’ Jokes apart, if days could protect us or instill some sanity on their minds, I am ready do sacrifice a weekend of the two. At least few more lifes would be saved.

What do we do on weekends? We relax. We spend time with family members and celebrate life. And what these guys do on weekends? They experiment their wares. And fuse our wires. Why can’t they do it in friendly manner? May be they don’t want family gatherings! I don’t know. Even if they wanted those in power to listen to them with bomb blasts, announce certain dates earlier that we are going to blast some bombs here and there against this and that. This way, their agenda can be better heard and also be appreciated. Everybody will look in amaze and convinced. But what these guys are doing is not done. My little frightened soul cursed so loud, my heart almost explodes. You know, if bombs can be exploded, hearts too can be exploded same way. But, the real impact will come from heart explosion.

May be we need to plant our hearts in dustbins of the society as a pre-emptied attack on this malaise called, terrorism. Oh! My take on terrorism is: the act of spreading terror, with bombs or without bombs.

OK. Where am I? Today is Sunday.

My weekend will be a waste, today. And some of us will damn these weekends all life long. Please, do not tease us with bombs and guns. We are human beings.

Bombs, cheap bombs
It spits splinters and shrapnel in the smoke
It pretends to speak in the dark
No. It bores a hole
No. It mimes a child
No. It tears a heart.
Bombs, cheap bombs
You are not my friend.
Bombs, cheap bombs
We have human spirit
We are not cheap bodies
Bombs, cheap bombs
The mangled bodies
The charred remains
These are no cheap remnants
These are the themes of insanity
These are the colors of freedom.
Bombs, cheap bombs

You are not friend.