Attacks in Mumbai

It has been a while since I've posted on here - oh, not because I have been rantless, but rather because I have been feeling dubiously listless of late. All my rants seemed to lack a certain punch.

But today, I have one. Terrorists have attacked Mumbai and in doing so, have attacked me personally. My lovely, kind and gentle friend Harnish is currently lying in a hospital somewhere in the city, having received multiple gunshot wounds to his legs and back. His family will be with him shortly, and I hope he is rapidly evacuated from the area.

There is little point in bothering to try and describe just how I feel about the terrorists right now, not least because I am numb to the very core. How dare anyone hurt Harnish? What the hell has he ever done to anyone?

It puts all my rants somewhat into perspective, I have to say. Suddenly my frustrations are the pathetic mewlings of someone cursed with such tragedies as too much freedom and liberty and choice. A stark reminder of how fragile our lives are, and how quickly they can be taken away.

Harnish is out of danger; he will apparently be 'okay'. I fear my definition of 'okay' may be somewhat at odds with the doctors right now, but nevertheless he will survive. I'm not a religious person, I never have been and it would be hypocritical of me to start today. I don't see anything wrong, however, in appealing to my blog readers to pray for him, ask your God to keep him safe and make him well. Nobody deserves for their life to be shattered in this manner - how many more attacks is it going to take for the world to sit up and take note?