Realised that the title is too frivolous for what I want to write about.. the latest blasts in Hyderabad. Sad but true - was laughing my heart away with Ratatouille at I-Max while Lumbini Park and all the innocent souls sitting there were rocked by the blasts - few miles down that very road.

Its quite pathetic as to how it all barely matters to us anymore - beyond 10-15 mins of tch-tching and another 30 mins of discussion at the coffee machine in office the next morning. Its just another blast for us - unless of course, you've lost a dear one or have had to see someone you know maimed and marred for life. I am lost whether to laud this as Hyderabad's (and my own) indomitable spirit or to hang my head in shame for being so selfish and having got on with life. It really did go back to normal for us, with a good friend's wedding the next day and all of us dancing on the roads, while somewhere down that very road, someone would be carrying his loved one for the last time, to his final abode. Is this being insensitive or strong? Hard-hearted or lion-hearted? I'm torn in strife, as ever - whether at the end of it all, I will remember any of this beyond a day or two or why, even after I post this blog probably.