Ramen was astounded to see the entire media hullabaloo. He asked his roommate the reasons for all the chaos on the road.
“Peace run,” replied Saranga, Ramen’s roommate
“Peace run…err…What is that?”
“Well…it…is…aaa…peace run dude.”
“Ok, I understand; but…; why? Why is this peace run for?”
“Oh! Don’t you know about the gruesome killing by the terrorists two years back, where hundreds of people died in the worst terrorist attack of the state? This run is a remembrance for those departed souls so that they may rest in peace in that abode above.”
“Oh, I see!”
“And you know what, the winner would be handsomely cash rewarded”
“This is fun. Wish I could have joined too… Hey didn’t you notice the hoardings and the advertisements about the run today? Those were out long back!”
“Well, I did see but I thought it is some another media fuss and never expected such a chaos on the streets today.”
“You sound little sarcastic!”
“Do I? Well I am sorry if I did. I have immense respect for those departed souls and their families who are suffering due to the inhuman acts of some senseless terrorists. But such an idea of peace run doesn’t attract me. No it doesn’t.”
“Why? This day, two years ago a great mayhem almost paralysed the state and we have shown great character to stand on our feet again and start moving.”
“Is it so?”
“You are again sarcastic?”
“Well, tell me do you know about a remote village of Nalbari district, where a dozen peace-loving villagers were gunned down by some unidentified gunmen on the festive night of uruka? That village even today do not celebrate uruka or burn meji. The memoirs of that horrifying night still haunt their sleep.”
“So how do you relate this peace run and that particular incident?”
“You used the term worst terrorist attack, why? Is it just because the blasts were in this city and media has given an extensive coverage to it? Can peace ever prevail in the lives of those alive and lost their dear ones? Will the horror and pain be ever erased?”
“Well…may be. Or….may be not!”
“Tell me, what was media doing the remaining 364 days?”
“Oh come on man, media is simply a channel of expression. They cannot possibly organise rallies and run on every single day. We do not celebrate our birthday every day, or do we? Similarly we simply do not remember our dead beloved ones every day, but remember them only on the prescribed day of their death.”
“Err…we remember our dead beloved ones 24*7, it is just that we organise their shradh on the day they expired. My father is dead and solace of any amount can’t lessen my grief. It is good that media has taken a step to voice strongly against terrorism. If they create awareness due to one incident, then the other similar incidents should also be given due importance. The victims of other incidents should also be remembered. And they should not term one incident as worst hit and simply ignore the other. The city’s serial blasts have a high MNC value than the incident that occurred in the remote Nalbari village, so is this peace rally or what? Why should we scratch a gradually healing wound bleed it again?”
“Chill dude. Cool down. You are getting sentimental.”
“Yes I am. Is it wrong to get sentimental? Or for you peace running is the only way to show ones sentiments?”
“Aaa…no. It’s not wrong to get sentimental, but it is also not right to criticise a noble deed. Atleast the media has taken a step of their own to tribute the dead ones. They have a vision, taken an initiative.”
“Today is indeed a sad day. On this day, two years ago we lost many lives. If the day is grief stricken then how can be the morning be good? How can we wish someone with a good morning wish? How can we smile? How can the entertainment zones like the movie theatres, shopping malls be open? Why are the runners smiling and enjoying the run and simply taking it to be a fun run? Why is majority of runners don’t have moist eyes?”
“You are wrong dude. Is it wrong to smile when you are sad? Cool down Ramen.”
“Will the money generated from this run be distributed to the victims’ families? Will the winner who will be cash rewarded even think for the victims once? Why is so that someone’s death has brought good fortune to some one else?”
“Ramen…cool brother. Forget it brother. It is a sad day today and we should mourn it. We shouldn’t criticize a noble gesture.”
“Saranga can you tell me one thing. How many media personnel have lost their family in orchestrated terrorist attacks? Do they truly understand the pain of the ones who has actually lost their family?”
“Err…I…don’t have an answer to it. May be some has lost, some has not. Well, you are speaking in such a way as if you have lost someone and you understand the pain?”
Ramen paused and was silent for a while. He looked up to the sky and with a half smile stared at Sarnga.
“Saranga…on the fateful uruka night, my father and sister were gunned down mercilessly. Two years ago, in this very city, my mother, brother and his three month pregnant wife, were turned to ashes. The blast at the busy market square here took them away, far away from me.”
Silence ruled between them. Tears rolled down Saranga’s cheek. Ramen’s smiling wet eyes narrated more of his never to be forgotten catastrophe.
“Pran, come here man. Look at her! Awh man! She is so hot! What body contours? This race is fun man, real man. Got to see some real hot bombshells…wish could have enjoyed her for a night!” shouted someone from the crowd.
Ramen stared into Saranga’s eyes, which were finding a cover to hide behind!