That day, inspite of the clouds, the sky had turned much brighter than usual, no one would have thought what’s coming thier way. Or probably there was no time to think. It just happened in a flash. The clock stopped and the times changed. The temperature saw a surge (more than 3000 C) and almost everything deformed in the heat. The glass bottles melted, metals deformed, rice charred and the clay solidified to become rock. But what deformed the most in that moment was the human life and the essence of humanity.
The day was 9-Aug-1945, the time 11:02 AM and the place Nagasaki.
Nagasaki had, for a long time, been the only interface, japan had, with the outside world. Traders, explorers, scientists – all used to reach japan via Nagasaki and were mostly limited to this city. Foreigners, in turn, used to bring in knowledge and opportunity for Japanese. This symbiosis made this city the land of progress, prosperity and promise for Japanese and foreigners. No one could have imagined that the city, which used to embrace foreigners in a hope of mutual growth, would someday see foreign planes intruding in its airspace, not with gifts of opportunities but with the most horrendous crime ever committed by a democratic government.
Recently, I went to that place to look back at the part of the history, which had change the course of mankind. Reading in the history books, I always imagined the place to be shattered and devastated. The immediate death of 73889 and injury of 74909 people (and so many deaths and injuries, inflammation and radiations for a long time thereafter) would have been still etched on the face of Nagasaki. But what I found was totally different.
The place has changed itself totally. It has left the black past behind and taken the life in its stride. The city of business has started excelling in business once again and the life is smiling. The place, where the bomb exploded, has been turned into a park, where the watch still shows 11: 02 to remind us that our actions have effect not only on us but on so many others, even those who are yet to be born.
Next to the epicenter is the museum, which exhibits all the evidence of destruction.
Near by there is a peace park where the sculpture points to the sky with one hand to indicate towards the death that had fallen that day and another hand asking for peace.
May there be peace and hope the nuclear bomb is never used by any country ever.
*Reproduced from my blog