Bloody Sunday

I was right about ready for dinner yesterday when I got a frantic call from Tarun telling me not to step out of the house. “There’s been some bomb blasts” he said. I looked at the time. It was about ten minutes to nine. The painters had been doing their thing since about 8.30 am and the air conditioning guys just about finished putting in my new AC (..my ancient hulk of an air conditioner put up a little skit for me the night previous, complete with a fire and light show and a little hidden smoke machine!). After feverishly assuring him that I was quite ready to pass out for the day.. post a quick dinner of course, (China Garden, spare ribs, four season prawns and sizzling chilly garlic noodles) I had another phone call from Mom telling me exactly the same thing.

Here’s the article. To be honest I first thought it was the movie critics protesting a reaaaaallly bad film, but it was the Sikhs. For a clan that has long been the butt-end of most kick-yer-arse jokes they’re surprisingly sensitive. But to kill people because someone’s made fun of you.. well, that’s just not done! And to think I caught the movie just two days ago.. scary!

And it’s been a weekend of tragedies. My erstwhile fighter pilot friend Ramesh’s sister Usha, passed away on Sunday. God bless her soul. May god give Ramesh and his family strength to face this adversity.

So this week begins on a somber note. Things will hopefully look up from here.