Tear of a Hypocrite!

A friend is always asking me these annoying diddles.

What is long and thin and is green? A Green thread.

What is red and goes ting ting ting? A Fire Brigade.

What do you get if you left mad men lose on the streets? Jaipur? Ahemdabad? Delhi? Or is it Mumbai on the 26th Nov?

They are men of God and are on a mission set by God to kill every living soul in their way. Their fear? Nothing. What do you to do men who fear not death? What do you to whom death means they get go to heaven? They kill so many and even if they don’t kill them, they still succeed, they succeed in creating fear in us, and they succeed in creating mistrust. With a union of two wrong people and a bastard is born. A bastard called, hatred, resentment, for our own kind, hatred for these men of God. Wish there was a place where we could all curl up together and feel ‘safe’. Where do we hide next?

I have never met these men of God personally and yet, they are getting to me. And yet, I can sense those insidious eyes on me as they watch me in a state of anger, shock, disbelief and hurt, exactly how they had envisioned. Now, that their mission was just as anticipated, they can die as martyrs and live an afterlife in a heaven where resides their ‘God’. A part of me wants to be face-to-face with them and point and laugh at their naivety and scorn at them for being so easily manoeuvred. A part of me wants to keep my hope alive, a hope for a better tomorrow. Yet, I know I wouldn’t be saying this, had one of the victims been someone who I love. And there is ache in my heart, and it aches so much, but, my eyes refuse to shed those tears of a hypocrite.

I distract myself and as I sit and stare at that bright blue sky, I can’t help but wonder, how long before it becomes black? How long before indifference starts dawning upon us? How long before we stop discussing them and move on with our lives? How long before some wise man makes a movie about these illegal attacks and wins an award? And as I drag these heavy chains that suffocate me, I think to myself, when did we ask to be coloured in RED?