Something is seriously wrong ...

I don't know if I notice some things more, simply because I am older now, but it seems like the world just got a little too gory for me. There's something wrong about all the violence you read / hear about nowadays, you know. So?, you say. Violence IS on an upward curve! So?, you say. The media is going crazy about every thing - even the ant that harmed the fly. So?, you say. Newspaper headlines are unflaggingly morbid. (I wonder if the bookies have one on that). But it's not about all this.
It's something more. It's about crossing the line, if they ever drew one on the wrong side. It's about being more violent than there is a need for, however unjustified. It's about ceasing to be human, like never before.
As I write this, I think about the foetuses pulled out of raped bodies in Gujarat. About little kids being chopped up, their bones found floating down the drain. About innocent women who are retained along with accused husbands, and then beaten, raped and burnt. About forty year olds raping 3 year olds (yes, i am not quite sure how that's even technically possible). About unending deaths in custody. About being roasted in a Tandoor.
Surely there's something deeply wrong with us. Surely there's some unsatiated rage or dark desire that's pent up in us as a people. For, while it may be natural to be blinded by faith, it may be a passing passion to raise arms for that very same faith, and it may even mean in some contrived way that you can kill to protect it, I simply can't understand what would explain slashing out half formed babies from the bleeding wombs of dead mothers.
Indeed then, something with in us no longer exists.