(Again) A Saturday!

I would be very happy to write about a sequel of my previous post 'A Saturday', the Saturday which was full of fun, food, exploration..But...
It was a Saturday and I had gone for a classical music program with my family. The program was nice. But, frankly speaking the Wada at Yashawantrao Chavan Natyagruha is what I could appreciate the most. The program ended at 8.30. On our way to my home we could observe a bunch of police standing on the corner of a road. But, such a site is not rare in Pune. So, we ignored it. Eventually we reached our home.
TV was on and the program being broadcated was a kind of reality show (not a stupid one! They call people who have suffered through a challenging situation in their lives to discuss how they fought with it.) They had called a widow they day. She said that:
She was a commerce graduate when her parents decided to arrange her marriage. They came across a boy who was an engineer. The girls' parent had some acquintance with the boy's parents. So, within a couple of days after the marriage proposal was put forward by the boy, the girls' parents accepted it.
The girl got married with the boy. Everything was going on very well till the girl heard some discussion about some operation. On questioning about the operation to her husband the girl came to know that it was his operation that was being planned and it was a HEART surgery. Till that day, nobody ever talked her about this problem. The brother of the girl came across the health reports about the boy in the hospital. On requesting the information from the doctor he understood that there were only 50% chances of survival (he did not tell this to the girl)! This incidence happened just 4-5 months after their marriage. The girl kept on convincing herself that everything will be alright. The operation got done. One day, the bloodpressure of her husband went down and before he was reached to hospital he died.
During the 13-day long cremation ceremony nobody talked to her. Her Red bindi (a symbol of her married status) was replaced with a black one (indicating that she is a widow). Her bangles were broken by striking her arm against the dead body of her husband. She was asked to wear blue bangles (again a symbol of widowness). The girl said that she remembers this incidence after so many years...After all, she is an educated woman of independant India (?)...On the forteenth day she was taken back to her family by her brother. On the way her home her Bhabhi removed her blue bangles, and the black bindi was replaced by the red one and said "Just forget about these 6 months. This is the beginning of your new life." (This was very appreciable move!)
She said that a number of proposals for marriages started coming but all from widowers (who had children). People kept on taunting her about her loss of verginity and blamed her for her husdand's death (the boy had the heart-injury since a long time before the marriage). She was so hurt that she decided not to marry.
She said that she feels very angree because of the way she was cheated. Why did the boy marry her if he was aware of his illness? Could not he think about the girl's life? How terrible it is! A single decision completely ruined her life.
Suddenly my phone rang, it was Abhijeet who had called me to see if I was alright. "What happened?" I said. "A bomb blast has ripped through Pune!", Abhijjet. Ohhh I did not know this! I switched on the TV. I could see the "breaking news" regarding the bomb blasts in my city which I was unware of.
The surprising thing was that I was not very surprised to hear that...Instead of getting scared my brain started looking for the details: "Where did it happen? Oh ok, German Bakery, near Chabad house, Osho ashram..Hmm..The purpose clear...targetting foreginers or high-class people..How did it happen" etc etc.
Isn't that strange? We are "used to" these blasts which are "ROCKING" India again and again! We are helpless! Koi bhi ata ha, blast karawata hai...hum kuch nahi karate...Nobody is sure that s/he will return his/her home safely...
Sigh...High alert was declared! I postponed my plan of leaving for Mumbai the next day...Everybody is watching the news reports and reading the news paper for more details...Thats it! What next?
Weren't these two news sufficient to steal my sleep?