It was an extremely happy day. I was so full of energy and excited after i took a very silly yet funny “chinese horoscope” test:) I made all my friends take it too who blushed and giggled at the answers that they wrote. Later I was chatting for hours with 2 of my friends and I was surprised cos my friend was telling where we could buy “cute” tops.( surprised cos it was a guy but it was sweet though). Later I was involved in more gossip with a school friend. I thought the day was so pleasant while watching an MTV spoof and as i scrolled through the channels I saw the news flash on all the umpteen news channels- “ Blasts in Delhi- 2 dead“. The pleasant moments of the day had ended. the first thing that occured to my mind was-’ again???’
I was just silent for some time but i must admit it did not affect me as much as the previous blasts did. It is such a sad situation that we’ve got used to news of bomb blasts. I donno what the people in Kashmir undergo everyday. But the news did take me back to that state of helplessness i felt 2 weeks ago, sep 13th, when Delhi was attacked and 24 were dead and more than a hundred injured. I was furious and even more frustrated about the fact that i could do nothing about it. All I did was pray that the critically injured dont lose their lives. The thought that you go to the market on a saturday evening, may be to buy vegetables and never return back is more than nerve wracking.
I know it cos I’ve experienced the situation. It was July 25th.My friend and I decided to go shopping despite the cloudy gloomy weather. We felt so glad and thought we ‘d a good start as we bought shirts at really affordable prices in t adidas sale. We talked about the good old times and also were updating each other about the “recent events” in our lives over delicious food. We still had a list of items to buy when my friend’s dad called from bombay. He asked both of us to leave immediately and reach our places as there were blasts in madivala. At first, i didnt buy it. Later i convinced my friend that madivala was far from where we were( v were on commercial street). She agreed and as she admired a pair of pretty silver gray sandals, both of us started getting calls from friends. Everyone gave their own versiopn of the blast count in the city. To add to that the shopkeepers had their version of rumours. We decided to leave immediately leaving the sandals behind. We ran to the nearest auto and thankfully he agreed.The blast count had reached 6 by then. I got a msg saying that there was a blast in Shivajinagar which is a stone’s throw from commercial street and also on the vittal mallya road. To add to the situation the auto driver kept explaining as to how he was on vittal mallya road a few mins before that. the situation worsened when the network got jammed. All our friends and relatives msged but we could not reply back. That was the worst auto ride back ever. My friend and I were supporting each other and we hugged a million times and were constantly praying. We were terrified and literally had our hearts in our mouth thinking that a bomb could explode just beside us. The signals were the worst. I wished they never came. I just wanted to keep moving. Also, I didnt want to hear more news from the bikers who had a conversation with our auto driver.there were students loitering around on the streets and people entering movie theatres. I wanted to shout out to them and ask them to run to their houses. I had to take a different auto and its worse when you dont have anyone beside you. I constantly tried to call my friends inspite of the ‘network busy’ msg.
I finally reached home and so did my friend.I got to know that my friend megs was on M.G. road and she hadn’t reached home yet and a friend of mine was so worried that he could not even contact her. Nor was there any way to contact my mom. I just waited at the door step until mom arrived. Later my friend informed me that megs too had reached.
After the blasts, I didnt go out for a week. The terror didnt seem to stop with bangalore. It spread to Ahmedabad and later to Delhi. I cannot understand how and why innocent people are killed cos of someone else’s ulterior motives.
I do not agree with Bush’s views on many instances. But this quote of his is true.
We do not create terrorism by fighting the terrorists. We invite terrorism by ignoring them.
GEORGE W. BUSH, speech, Dec. 18, 2005
The news of blasts has become so common now that we feel sad for some time and then the next morning we move on. The feeling of being so helpless is choking but its sad that we do nothing about it and in fact i donno what we can do than blame the police and the government and curse the terrorists. Its a pathetic situation to feel so unsafe in our own country and our own fav streets 
How can i forget the cake!
) We ourselves didnt know that we observe our friends so much and also that each of tham has their own set of characteristics and actions and dialogues 
