Steel became noodle

Steel became noodle

                The long road in the lower Manhattan  drew a big crowd. When we lined up there under the blue walled One World Trade centre that was more than half a kilometer high, we never intended to look up and reach its sky merging top. This super structure, the world’s fourth tallest tower, measured 1776 feet. The number is a reminder of American independence year. Standing beside it, even cameras admitted their helplessness of capturing the whole along with the target figure. Walking a few metres forward, a square black subterranean waterfall spilling water slowly to a black pool below, and then flowing to another dark pool in the centre, enchanted the onlookers. It is the 9/11 memorial which symbolically narrates the story of the great tragedy that buried  3000 innocent people. Perpetuity is a favourite theme of memorials, as seen through the glowing flames in India Gate. But this black watery grave that engulfed thousands of gallons of water evoked a sigh from everyone. The drama enacted on the bright September morning of 2001 came alive in every mind – how every steel frame that supported the structure became a noodle and how human bodies became tangled in unidentifiable debris. All those martyrs became names on the bronze parapet around the pool. What wrong did they do to you, the perpetrators? Where are they now? Where are their dependents? Are you satisfied now? Do you feel triumphant? You could hear people rewinding the events of that black Friday. The massive structures have become random exhibits in the museum, quietly murmuring their fate how planes became weapons.