Thursday, December 30, 2004

The earthquake of Aceh

And life goes on...
One small corner of the earth, on an island - a fine sunday morning a territory is destroyed. An earthquake shatters the grounds of "Banda Aceh" and its surroundings to such great extents far beyond imagination. People taken aback all around the world in horror, shock, pity and tears. Loved ones wonder if their kin in the affected regions are dead, dying or trying to stay alive. Even if alive, in what condition - sigh!!! Realms of truth hit hard and sink in slowly, unlike natures' fury. The fury that left "Aceh" with nothing, but heartache... The fury that exhaled its wrath under the oceans and over to the shore, only to take more lives yet again unexpectedly in gruesome ways.

Sunbathing, weary, excited tourists, children, fishermen, poor citizens in their own land earning livelihoods and more...All DEAD and GONE. Why??? Why all those people??? It could've been you, could've been me. What then??? Cant stop wondering, feeling, thinking - and again cant stop wondering why we cant stop thiking about it. We should, we will, coz life goes on...

There will be many more such natural disasters. Probably nature;s way of showing who "BOSS" is!!! We have managed to destory and burden "our earth" that was once beautiful and unspoilt and "SHE: is only returning a favour. The message may very well be "Make hay while the sun shines" or "Live it up, while ur still alive". Ofcourse, not forgetting to begraceful to our environment in every concious way - come what may.

Blessed are those souls who have departed. For I dont know if existing on this corrupted, materialistic, "man eats man" world is a blessing or a curse. Theories build on, condolenses spread over, fear envelopes AND life still goes on...

2 Comments:

Blogger Sreekesh Menon said...

A long gap and back with a Blog.

I had written this after seeing some of the footage on TV.

Weep O'Soldier amoung men;
In your courgae we preach.
You lie in disgust , amoung the living;
Blood dripping from your forehead,
Your Pain has no meter.
You knew not that moment your life changed.
Holding togehter yet alone in your misery,
Resting in peace - your beloved.
Searching for your own into the horizon
The smooth surf that turned wild,
Sinking your lands and your home,
Leaving your tears wiped dry.
Weep O'Soldier amoung men;
In your courgae we preach.

Also posted at : http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/weep-o-soldier.html

February 14, 2005 at 8:59 PM  
Blogger supramenta said...

I wannna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames!

February 17, 2005 at 2:07 AM  

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