the route to my home becomes perilous

The Great Britain soared to great heights with Industrial Revolution and since then industries have laid foundations to great cities. Rivers were still important, like all previous civilizations. A similar transformation took place in an obscure village of Sakchi, lying in the south of erstwhile Bihar. In the mid 1800s Jamshedji Tata took pioneering steps to build the sixth largest steel company of the world, and the place chosen was this village Sakchi. After the establishment of the Tata Iron & Steel Company [TISCO] in 1907, with Jamshedji's son , JRD TATA as all in all of TISCO, Sakchi got rechristened as Jamshedpur and the Kalimati railway station as Tatanagar.
The village grew and prospered and today is counted as one of the cleanest city in India with drinking water plants at par with international standards of purification. Jamshedpur became an important city in the east and its prosperity brought people from different parts of the country. I grew up in such a secular society without any discrimination. It was a matter of pride to know many languages and women took great interest to learn the diverse cuisines from their neighbours , friends who may belong to a different community. We would visit each other places during festivals and even at school it was so important to know the different regions of India, our festivals, the traditional attires of the ethnic groups, their cuisines, their music and culture.
It never occur to me in my growing years that i should only know about Bengali culture and infact it was very late in life when I actually spent two years in Kolkata for my studies that I revisited my roots. I , being brought up outside West Bengal , would be called probasi and yes, I did think I would always remain an outsider in Bengal. I thought my lack of impeccable bangla, or ignorance of so many classic novels by the great writers of Bengal or the popular Bangla Band songs would come in the way of me being accepted in Kolkata. My stay in Kolkata proved to be opposite.
Though I hated the rush in the local trains and the perennial fear of being molested or robbed in trains, buses, etc , the ultra humid weather and thoroughly despised the laziness of the employees at the University, banks, I had two years of absolute fun. Those two years meant a lot in my life. I was not only knowing Kolkata , a city I had been visting since childhood, but also I was reconnecting with Bangla and the bengali culture. The years in Kolkata also reconfirmed my belief that you cannot shun a person or the community he belongs to on your prejudice. We had students from all over India and we all became such thick friends that everyone at the University spoke about our friendship and the camaraderie.

It was during these two years that I took several visits to home which I could not do during mt graduation days in Mumbai. Jamshedpur in 250 kms from Howrah and takes about 4- 4.5hrs by train. I had few friends in IIT KGP and hence we would plan to travel together specially during vacations. On the way we would cross several small stations and it was my childhood hobby to try to remember the names of the station in their order of succession. Jhargram follows Kharagpur while travelling from Howrah to Tatanagar. This also happened to be the native village of one of our closest family friends, with whose children mean more to me than my own kith and kin. We would seldom fail to treat our sweet tooths with the misthi from vendors of Jhargram.

Now, Jhargram has become a nodal center of Naxalites and the route to Tatanagar from Howrah is life threatening. Few days back, a Mumbai bound train was derailed near Sardia , near Jhargram at the middle of night. This was not the 1st or the last incident to happen there. Over the years the Naxals have expressed their chagrin by uprooting railway lines along this stretch, plundering banks, abducting police officials and God knows what more. I certainly dont.

I fail to understand why they want to kill innocent people. Perhaps their people have suffered, they have been subjected to atrocities at the hands of public officers. They have been denied basic needs of life and their honour has been trampled under the feet of bureaucracy but WHY KILL THE INNOCENT PEOPLE?

WHAT HAD THOSE PASSENGERS TRAVELLING BY THE FATEFUL TRAIN GOT TO DO WITH THEIR SUFFERINGS???? SOME MAY HAVE BEEN THE SOLE BREAD- WINNER OF THEIR FAMILIES, SOME MAY HAVE BEEN TAKING THE JOURNEY TO REUNITE WITH THEIR FAMILIES, OTHERS WITH THEIR HOPEFUL EYES MAY HAVE LOOKED FOR A BETTER LIVELIHOOD THERE, SOME MAY HAVE BEEN JUST STUDENTS IN PURSUIT OF THEIR CAREERS AND STILL SOME YOUNG BUDS HAD PERHAPS JUST ENTERED THE WORLD.

Why kill them? Why take the ill wishes of survivors of the victims or the victims themselves. If getting attention is the only intention, stop the train , vacate it and then blow it up! The fight is against the government not your fellow human beings.......

I never thought the route to mmy own home would be laced with blood. I didnt know i had to travel a stretch of path strewn with corpses to reach out to my parents. I didnt know my sister has to travel the dangerous route to pursue higher studies.. or that my friends would shun to come over to my place for the fear of their lives. My parents and so many thousands of them spend sleepless nights when their wards are travelling either to reach home or to leave for work from home. WHat have they done to deserve all this.

People have suffered at the hands of tyranny since centuries and they have fought oppression, revolutionized the world and changed history too. there are ways to show your sufferings , there are ways to avenge yourselves but please spare the innocents.
Do not kill more innocent lives in retaliation to the death of your loved ones. One life is as precious as the other. This bloodshed will have ominous effects on everybody. Do not instill feelings of hatred in the minds of people who are not involved in your battle.
Perhaps nobody will read this and yet its my request to anybody who does... Think before you kill an innocent life ... there is someone waiting for them at home. I want to go home too, please do not hinder the path with such gruesome acts against humanity.
Please!