My 100th post on the blog and full of grief and frustration.

In India bombings now just happen like a festival. Once in every two months, there is chaos, the news is packed, its in the back of your mind and then you carry on with your life. I have to blog about Bombings because it affects me and affects me badly.

Like everyone, I have heard stories about people who were there of whom one I know personally. I have seen emails being forwarded by people of individuals jotting down their experiences and explaining the plight of many who died on the fateful day. I personally do not feel safe now.

The attacks on the Taj and Oberoi hits the cream and that is where everyone aspires to be dining some day. Aspirations being materialised blown off in a bomb blast or mercilessly slauthered by bullets is hell broken loose.

I remember the Shoba Singh painting called the "Making of the Taj" where Shahjahan is holding the dead Mumtaz all in grief and the genesis of the emotion being materialised. A great painting which shows why it had to be nothing less then the Taj Mahal. Now,the burning of another Taj with the emotions running equally high, be in on a different parameter makes me wonder Why..

I pray for peace and love..