Kasab dead... is justice served?

Today as I read this I remember that night I was glued to the tv just hoping and praying that the terrorists are caught and life in Mumbai gets to normal. Later in the morning I fell off to sleep for some time only to suddenly wake up to the sound of the tv. The news of the dead made me shudder inside. I still remember some of the faces of people who either lost a family member or just survived by luck.

Four years have passed. Everybody has moved on in life, and so have I. But i know that I am not the same person I used to be. I live in fear of death every single day. No matter how hard I try the fear inside me is intact. I think I'm scared of losing someone dear rather than fearing about myself.

Ajmal Kasab is finally dead. Finally the martyrs and those who died on that fateful day rest in peace. Judgement is done. Just that people like me need to know of many more criminals' deaths to live in peace.

For the record, Ajmal Kasab's execution is believed to be the second quickest in India. Considering that the second quickest execution took almost 4 years I am not sure whether I should be happy or utterly astonished. 

Who has the answer?

I have been humming Bob Dylan's 'Blowing In The Wind' since this morning, rather unconsciously till it hit me and hit me rather hard. A thought crossed my mind, am I happy that I'm alive? I don't know...

The following lines are circling in my mind while I'm writing this...

How many times must the bombs and grenades fly before they're forever banned?

How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?

Who has the answer, does anyone know?