Mehak Nain’s short story is a timely reminder of the chaotic times we are living in and the role of social media in adding fuel to the fire.
I flip through news channels. This tragedy has been turned even more morbid by the excruciatingly painful news coverage by the star anchors. I sometimes wonder whether such instances are a carnival to them? I wouldn’t be amazed if one day I see an anchor donning the hat of the Grim Reaper carrying a scythe. Then there are panels. Opposition finding fault with the government’s steps. Sometimes I feel that they might actually be feeling good that they don’t have to deal with this. What-we-would-have-done mixed with you-didn’t-do-anything sounds such a good argument on television debates.
Another winning argument comes from some know-it-alls who tell us that it is mother nature reclaiming its lost grounds. Try telling it to someone who has lost a loved one. Imagine asking someone to plant more trees when they are gasping for breath. Even worse are the ones finding poetic justice in the whole disaster by sermonizing how it doesn’t discriminate. I thought so too earlier, but then I don’t know a lot of things. Misfortunes never fall evenly. I think death is the only equalizer, but again, I don’t know a lot of things.