Just a life

The crowd that was rushing at the morning hours on a lasy Sunday in the raw market. The green vegetables that brought form surrounding village gardens, the dead fresh fishes lying on the board catches from the Bagh River across the city, the meats hanging before the shops and people are busy in purchasing the foods. It was a routine activity in the raw market on every Sunday, being a holiday the people with children and young’s in group was wander around the shopping’s near the market. The traffic was heaver in the streets, the cars, and motorist moving slowly. The guns holding uniform persons inspecting to place as the crowd was over.

It was a situation till before 8.10 in the morning. Now the place was seem to be strange for there own people. A scene of dilapidation, the wall less story’s, red bloods floating, like darken clouds surrounding, and humming voice raises allover the place… the signals of ambulance, it was no in imagine the frozen smiling face detached from the a human. In was happen to be a familiar scene for that nation, but it’s a new one for this area, that was rarely escaped from the terror and bombs so far. It all happens when a sudden explosion from a truck carrying things for market that was launched by some one.

Who is that some one? Let it be some ones, but it was a bloody attack in the history that was created by defeating the last blast were only 100 people were killed, just 50 lesser to this. Then with some days after, the record was defeating by another 50 in leading. Is this a political election to see who leads in vote? It was happen in revenge between the religions of two villages that was said to be beating to death a woman for making love with another religious guy. To replay for this the opposition religion was took some youths in custody to shoot and dead that make the anger increase to kill the innocent hundreds in dashing with heavy loaded explosion at the village residents. There was a culture growing for just, and it reflects for just everyday. Killing has become a casual in this nation, even it becomes waste to talk to waste our time, but it hurts whenever going deep with there feelings.

There are commonly three species lives in world, the human, animals, plants… as human; we can’t feel that much deep on other two species, if it was happen to us, we won’t be killing the animals for meat and cutting plants for our use. It really hard to know of killing or hurting another people with the same sense and life. But how the people in name of terror can could do this, being a human on there own. Did they have conscience or them born with out a mind? It shivers to hear or see the ferocious on humans some where in our globe. Who are we to take another life that was not even own to him, yes it own to there mother whom have been risking her life to give a life. I am losing the hope that we can’t see our world in peace and exist of humanity all over. When will the terrors, anti-activities and wars going to ends? … Could it happen before this invisible life goes? Hum… it’s a great wish na!

# Today's song from Tamil film Uyire (a remake of Hindi version). This song is something I listen much times for its music and A.R.Rahman. thought to post for this.