Still hurting after the Hurt Locker

War movie - full of grime, dust, guns, gunshots and adrenaline soaked men with unmasked brutality. And yet, somehow, the hurt locker peeled off all the grime, dust off the camera and characters and showed them for what they are – chewed up men, half eaten, half leftovers…never ever to be complete again. Chewed up by the artillery, by the defacing humanity that they face day in and day out, eaten up and un-burped by the fear of loss, death and of never finding themselves again. And small portions of leftover hope, longing, loneliness still burning inside of them..keeping them sane, still bleakly human. And then comes along with it the longing and fatal attraction to never wanting to be whole again, to live incomplete, on the fringe of human-ness and roam in the dark alleys of danger and risk it all…as the all isn’t all there to begin with, is it?

And come to think of it, how different are we from the war movie characters..waging our own internal wars every *ing day, living out incomplete dreams, pushing ourselves to achieve half baked potentials…all of us incomplete, unfinished and chewed out like still sizzling cigarette butts…main yahaan tukdon mein jee raha hoon, tu kahin tukdon mein jee rahi hai

Amidst all wars won and lost, the search for the whole is endless and never found as it is eternally rested under the debris of splintered possibilities. Never to be unearthed. Ever.