Burnt Alive

Next time you are having your lunch/dinner in any of the restaurant you have been umpteenth times take a look around yourself. The people, furniture, floorings, walls, decorations and then imagine yourself locked inside. The shutters have been closed and the restaurant is set on fire. What will you do? Where would you go? And it gets dark when the power goes out and it starts to burn like a hell. The things you touch are blistering hot and soon the air itself becomes the acid – every breath you take in only bakes your lungs, you slowly starts to smolder inside and outside.

Would you scream? Would you run? But run where? What exactly would you be thinking? Do you want to live more? Hoping and praying if I survive I will never do this and that? Or I will start doing this or that? Is there something you wanted to tell your family member or a friend? Do you have any regrets? Not this soon… not like this?

Than there will be a time when you won’t be thinking at all or feeling? Or would you still be feeling the pain? Would you still be fluttering or now calmed, just there, waiting for the angle of death? The skin and flesh will merge into one, your nicely combed hairs are no more, and the classy looking dress you were wearing is now only an ash along with yourself. Would you want to take a look at yourself then?

Four men were burnt alive in KFC. One of them was a delivery boy, maybe he was one of those who have been to my place when I have ordered for a home delivery. Which one was he? The one who couldn’t find the address and called again to ask for directions? Or the one who was 10-15 min late and I sarcastically told him “aap ke 30 min ho gaye?” and he only gave me a smile? Or he was someone else? He was burning, he couldn’t run, why? What was he doing there? Making a living? Did he live? How much pain did he suffer? The witnesses said when some people were setting KFC on fire Rangers were just opposite the street – watching.

This is barbaric, implacable, this is un-human. And I hate myself, just minutes after I write this my slightly wet eyes will dry and I will forget, forgetting is a blessing alright, but will those effected, will ever forget?