Pune, the small and sweet city, the laid back life, safe, safe at all times. What? What exactly am I saying? Isn't all this just history. Yes, I'm glad Pune is growing. Now Pune's a big city, we've got malls, big buildings,decreasing trees,practically everything to be qualified as a big city and yes we've also experience our very first bomb blast. It came as a shock in a place unexpected, German Bakery. German bakery was a popular hang out for the youth, it was a hippie place, it wasn't very expensive. It was situated in the elite area of Koregoan Park, owned by the Kharoses and had completed about twenty-two years of it's existence. It had it's own charm. In fact, Koregoan Park was and still is a very charming area. But, it's lost one of it's main 'organs of charm', German Bakery. So many people were injured a few people died. It was such a catastrophe, one of the biggest Pune has ever faced. German bakery is said to be opening again, I do hope it does and would to dine in German Bakery that day. I want to fight against terrorism. But the sadness remains, Pune has lost it's virginity,it's a non virgin, virginity of no terror attack is broken. It was fabulously planned. We need to fight, fight with no fear.
Drifting away from Pune there have been many terror attacks in this country, actually the world. I've come to a conclusion that all of us have to fight for peace.
One thing I'd like to shout aloud, shout and say this loud and clear, 'Terrorism has no religion', it's a religion on it's own, the religion of terror. Muslims, Hindus, Parsis,Christians and everyone and every religion has it's good and bad. All these people are my fellow country men and I am a citizen of the world.
I hope the police forces, fire fighters,bomb squad, armed forces,etc start getting more credit. They're very brave. They're the reason we feel safe, they risk they're lives for us, how many people would do that?
Here's a poem I wrote, sort of a to the moment poem, the title of this post is taken from a line of this poem.Read on, boom...
I was walking in the bazaar,
from home I was quite far.
All I had in my mind at that time,
the heat, the dust, the seductive smell of various spices,
and the vegetables put in a line.
It was a hot but a beautiful day,
the stress was at the back of my mind,
today was my day,
running my way.
What should I buy?
The prices were high.
I started think of my family,
my home,
we're together,
we're a beauty.
I was walking,
my mind was lost,
I confirmed it,
I was happy,
but there was there was the ghost.
Boom,
I'm in doom
In the middle of this beauty,
here was the blast,
the bomb blast.
My last breath,
I met the god of death.
I could see my dead body,
I saw the destruction.
Everything was gone,
Gone,
gone with one bomb,
it's all over,
on bomb,
so many lives gone,
gone with the bomb.
Boom, we're all in doom...
Picture taken from the net.
Get yourself out of that shell,
