Realizations after the flyover tragedy

Tired with the regular insistence of Facebook to mark myself safe :( ok...I am just alive, safety is a different ball game altogether, and quite non existent in today's world. No, I don't feel safe, period.

Thinking about those people who were probably "feeling safe" under the shade of the flyover, just at the moment it came crashing on them...this looks nothing short of a farce. One might argue that this is a good way to let your near and dear ones know that you have survived. I'd like to ask two questions against this -

1. Have we really survived? Or is it just a piece of sheer luck that we saved ourselves from the catastrophe just this once. Maybe we shall continue to save ourselves for an entire lifetime, but then again sheer good fortune should not be termed as safety, right? Safety is a protective shield that is built not around a single human being but an entire community, and everyone has to necessarily contribute to maintain it. Staying aloof, not my problem, it'd never affect me or my people,  is just turning a blind eye to reality. I am not ISIS, Syria is on the other end of the world, who cares about those damned Africans, my house is built strongly enough so let's enjoy cricket. Selfishness will erode the safety net, you might not be practising terrorism or corruption, but it is also your duty to rectify the erring people who are going astray - অন্যায় যে করে আর অন্যায় যে সহে, তব ঘৃণা তারে যেন তৃণসম দহে...isn't this the right enough time to remind yourself about this?

2. Talking about near and dear ones, who exactly are these people who would be relieved to know that you are safe through Facebook? A kid from my previous organization called me right away - didi, are you ok? If you are worried about a loved one you won't rely on FB. If FB is the only mode of showing your concern, then my life or death really doesn't matter much to you. So much for social networking, my foot. Want to spread selfishness and self obsession - welcome and enjoy!

Do I practise what I preach? I try to. I spread love in every way I can, and I protest against every wrongdoing that I see around me. Sometimes diplomatically, at other times straight away. I am not a very strong person, I'm often too preoccupied with my own difficulties, I am also lazy, which is probably my greatest negativity (oh I love my bed, I love stretching myself on it or cuddling my side pillow and sleeping or reading or simply thinking/daydreaming - such a wastage of productive time), but I keep trying. Like I said, my passion for love and human interdependence inspires and helps me to go on...

I wish everyone would know the benefit of worshipping three things in life - love, truth and work - the world would be a different place then. Here's an epilogue from one of my favorite authors - to bring us out of the gloom...let's explore the positivity and softness in ourselves...