the blasts

photo by presanth krishnan

why???

i share the credits for writing santosh's film "the terrorist". it was an extension of my diploma film on the indira gandhi assassination. it was called "looking back". the film ended with the protagonist breaking down.
the twin towers, the london underground, the mumbai blasts in the nineties (i had made yet another film on mumbai back to normal for the government to be sent to all the consulates!!!)
& i feel the pain yet again.
i cry with the bereaved families, & with the injured who will relive the nightmare all their lives.
i am helpless.
this heap of the dead at the doorstep of every hospital entrance last evening is an indelible image of the helplessnes.
there is no explanation, no justification, there are no words that can heal this pain.
why?
the tv makes u numb, but the memory & the sorrow is a seed of hatred for every such heinous act.
why this suffering?

why?