We were sitting in a Kerala-style restaurant, who had already delayed our order by an exceptionally long time. A few colleagues pointed out the sudden surge of traffic on the road. And the next thing we knew was a call from a colleague's hometown, mentioning the bomb blasts in Bangalore and asking if he was fine. We hurried back to office, only to see on TV that there had already been 5 blasts in Bangalore. As I was noting the locations of atleast 3 blasts were in 1-4 km radius of my office, I got to know of 2 more blasts. These seemed to be of low intensity but the vicinity was considerable.
Other colleagues started getting in touch with families, and I was wondering if my folks had even known this news and musing over the strange indifference of not calling up their only daughter. Nevermind, i called up mommy to let her know I was alive and her reply was - 'declaring a holiday to her college to rush back before a jam starts'. I couldn't even laugh at the indifference or be scared at the intensity of the blasts. The blasts killed 3 people and injured several others, but for some strange reason failed to scare me (even to the extent I thought I would be scared).
With the gloomy weather forecasting rains to catalyze the situation, Bangalore city had come to a stand-still hardly 2 hours after the incident. Even as the new channels declared it a BLACK FRIDAY for Bangalore, before I could crib about my spoilt weekend plans, I got some office work to complete over the weekend.