Snug as a bug in a rug

Despite all the 'hungama' going on in Mumbai, life as we know it is coming back to normal. By normal I mean to say that the adrenaline rush that the incident brought about is receding and we are slowly going back to the mundane way of life. It is precisely this phenomenon that often allows our governments to get away with something like terror attacks. This sense of disconnect stems from the fact that we Indians don't really face an issue unless we are victims of the situation. Only perhaps then we would pick up cudgels against those that wrong us. Expressing solidarity - we do that very well. But attempt to stand unitedly to actually bring about a revolution in our political system - well I guess we may need another period of British occupation to be able to achieve that. As a country, we fail at several levels. We accept being divided at several levels - haves/have nots, religions, castes, right down to even the area of town you live in. Yes, a few lone voices of change have yelled themselves hoarse in an attempt to kick our lazy ass behinds from its cathartic state. But be honest, how many of us will truly stand out there, come heat or rain and be instrumental in change. We are as snug as a bug in a rug. We would rather watch the action live and applaud those who may have attempted to do what we think should be done. Whether we are ready to do it is a question only each individual can answer.