Sitting in a coffee house, waiting for a business client, I was finding it difficult to stay calm. I was forced to meditate on the nature of 'wait' and how 'waiting' impacts the human mind. As I kept ruminating, my thoughts unconsciously led me to the time when I was still a young child. I traversed back in time, dived into my past and became completely oblivious of my present 'wait'.
What kind of a hell are we living in? The temples of learning have been transformed into dark caves of horror and bloodbath. What is this environment of violence, abuse, humiliation and shame that our children are wrestling with? Even as investigations take place, inquiries are set up, media cries foul and activists spring into action, can justice be ever done to the innocent lives? Who can bring back to life the 7 year old to his parents?Who can heal the injured hearts and the battered souls of young ones? Can there be a release from these intensely painful and tormenting experiences?