According to police sources, the 14-coach train was chugging towards Panipat when the explosions occurred just past midnight and set off a huge fire in two of the crowded compartments. Most of the 68 victims were caught asleep in the inferno. The train with other passengers resumed its journey after five coaches, including the two charred ones were detached. Ten Pakistanis were admitted with severe burns at Delhi’s Safdarjung Hospital.
Pakistani officials said the passengers who were able to escape appeared to have broken through the sole emergency exit window in each of the affected coaches. The exit doors are routinely locked up on this train which runs point to point between the Old Delhi station and the Indian border post of Attari, on the Indo-Pakistan border, not stopping at any other station for security reasons.
I haven’t written much about homistan lately. Mainly because the news has been unceasingly depressing. Bomb blasts in Islamabad, Quetta, Waziristan. Killings.
A man shot dead a Pakistani provincial government minister on Tuesday as she was about to give a speech at a political party meeting, a minister said.
Zil-e-Huma, social welfare minister of the Punjab government, was an active member of the ruling Pakistan Muslim League that supports President Pervez Musharraf.
The man who shot Zil-e Huma Usman, Ghulam Sarwar, was arrested last year for killing 12 call girls from Lahore, but was released from jail soon after. The mind fails to make sense.
NYT reported that al-Qaeda is solidifying in Waziristan. An ex-CIA head was on MSNBC predicting that the next attack on US will be planned and executed from Pakistan.
The train – detaching the deadly charred cabins – continued its journey. It was certainly not the first train that rolled into Wagah carrying the stench of death but I cannot stop thinking about the passengers who continued on. How does one continue to ride? How do you decide to finish that journey?
Madrid. London. Bombay. Panipat. The trains filled with victims stretching across those civilizational chasms will have to keep running.
Yun hi hamesha khilay-e hain hum ne aag mein phool/Na unki haar nai hai, na apni jeet nai.