Tripoli. Bengazi. Brega. And still, no full stop.
To identify these cities because of the odious manslaughter being executed in their little nook and corner is more than terrible. It suddenly seems that the fight between the forces loyal to Colonel Gadaffi and the rebels will not end, any time soon.
I wonder how Egyptians did it, how Tunisians did it. Maybe, they had a sturdy army to bank upon.
But then, from where is Colonel Gadaffi getting all the bullets?
One week in Tunisia. 18 days in Egypt. But here in Libya, it would be better if counting stops now. There is nothing left to expect, nothing left to debate upon.
Every other day, locals and international newspapers are flooded with numbers of people dead. Be it rebels or civilians. Real life, real people have become mere numbers which we could read about and throw away.
The worst is the condition in the hospitals. Personally, for me, it becomes difficult to read and report about the middle eastern conflict on an everyday basis. 24/7, its going on in my mind.
When Abdullah, an amateur rebel confesses that he and several others will die because they are not trained to fight, I have nothing to say. United States, which is the world power is shirking away, at the worst possible time chosen.
Rather, its France and UK coming to fight the battle. Interestingly, they too are bankrupt.
Journalists are suffering abduction and mock executions. A law student was raped and when she accussed it, she has been found missing. Few journalists fought for her as a van took her away, but all in vain.
I wonder where is justice? Where is honesty?
Is this the world we are a part of? How can we call ourselves humans?
Someone is dying and here in London, the most important news is the Royal wedding. Insensitivity, to the core.
I remember, in the movie ‘The Fight Club’, the hero had said ‘We have no great history, no great war. Our biggest depression are our lives.’
Alas, the quote does not stand true anymore. The meaning and essence of depression has changed in ways that can not be described now.
It is so easy to adopt a life where there is not pain, no trauma. After all, life is beautiful. Why to waste it for someone else in being a matryr, a rebel or even a war journalist.
It hits me when I listen to such opinions. But then, as always, we all are different. As I always say ‘To each, his own.’
I also remember when someone said after a plane crash, ‘My first reponse would be to check if all my near and dear ones are safe.‘
Who cares about the rest? No one?
Cant call it selfish. Its human tendency. In the same way, everyone wants one’s own safety and priviledge. But for a second, just imagine if you were there in Libya. You saw it unfolding in front of your eyes.
At that moment, you dont have a choice. You fight or you run away.
Running away, everyone can do. Fighting- only few can.
shubhdachaudhary 