The BBC has a report on bombs blasting through cinema halls in New Delhi to protest some movie. What a stupid stupid reason for someone to place a bomb in a crowded theatre, especially knowing the lack of safety measures that characterise Indian public buildings.
Still on the nostalgia binge of the past weekend, I was thinking of my time in Delhi the first time around from approximately July to December 1983. Terrorists, bombs, bomb scares, warnings not to touch any unattended item (in the eighties, children’s toys were popular with terrorists to disguise bombs), hypervigilance in public places, seemed to be part and parcel of the Delhi lifestyle. I was paranoid, anxious and hypervigilant until the stress of it all made me realise that I had a choice.
I could choose to live that way, forever afraid that there would be a fire, a bomb, a blast, an attack, around the next the corner, or I could just live in the city the way everyone else did. If it was going to happen, it was going to happen and there was nothing you could do about it. So you shrugged it off and lived your life and then you find, it all fades into the background. Until you read something like this article and it all comes back to you.