I can't believe he's dead.
Primarily because I never really thought he existed to begin with. Like unicorns, or true-love, I always though Osama was a figment of popular culture's imagination.
When I thought about Mr. Bin Laden (and if you think about how often we've been forced to think about him over this decade, it's quite a lot of thought) I always imagined him lounging on a beach in Florida, drinking a chilled Mai-Tai, interspersed with breaks for golf. Except now it turns out he was hanging in Abbottabad, drinking Kehwa with the locals, not a bikini-clad babe in sight. How random is that?
As I was telling my minion on the way over to work this morning, it feels strange to be Osama-less. Sort of like losing a relative you didn't really like. Uncle Osama was a crabby, annoying nuisance but his absence leaves a hole in your life. And Osamaji, leaves a pretty big void. He's been the black sheep in Pakistan's extended family for a while now, but such an exciting one. Without stories of his exploits, what will we gossip about now?
And more importantly, what excuse will our friendly-tyrant use to terrorize us with now? Over a decade now, we've had to suffer 'Osama-this' and 'Al-Qaeda-that' as Amreeki military bases proliferated in the region. What, one wonders, does Osama's death mean? No more terrorism? Lots more retaliatory terrorism? Or nothing at all?
Whatever it means geo-politically, personally it feels interestingly disconcerting. Almost what I'd feel like if someone told me that a drone attack in the North Pole had killed Santa Claus. Due to unfortunate religious differences, he never brought me any presents (Santa), but I suspect I'd still feel somewhat betrayed. Just like an evil Santa, from 2001 to 2011, Osama has been a part of my formative years. And now he's gone, in the space of one day, with no fanfare whatsoever, and we find out about his death in a dry statement to the 'nation' (American, but I suppose as an almost-colony we sortoff count too).
And as I listen to people all around me talking about this, my first (and most pressing) reaction is: 'Abbottabad?! What an anti-climax!'