The past two weeks have been terrible for the world. First suicide bombers attacked the Ayodhya complex and were foiled. Then, there were the dastardly bomb blasts in Kashmir. At about the same time, London faced the devastating attack in the metro. Soon after, the resort in Egypt was blown away. Today, I read that the frightening Babbar Khalsa is alive and kicking, and serendipity averted what could have been tragic.
I was speaking to my eighty-something grandma, my Paatti, a couple of days ago on the telephone. She, in her own innocent way said she'd been watching the news recently, and was shocked by these tragedies.
"Iva yellarum ippidi yen pannara yenaku puriyave matengarathu", she said.
("I just cannot understand why these people are doing such things").
I tried to explain things to her. After all, I read news reports from experts and analysts, I hear "hardline" views on how this menace should be countered by force, "liberal" views on why most terrorists are just misguided, I read expert opinions of reasons and root causes for terrorism. I hear politicians, academics, scholars, religious leaders, the police, the general public, and Imran Khan give us reasons for and solutions to terrorism.
But, Paati, even after all this, I just cannot understand why these people are doing such things.