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Bombay under seige

Bombay has been reeling under terror attacks in the last couple of hours. The Oberoi and Taj hotels, Cafe Leopold's in Colaba, Cama and GT hospitals, VT station, Vile Parle and Santacruz.

Men have stormed in with AK 47's and hand grenades and have been gunning people down.

And this has affected me like nothing has in a while. Cafe Leopold's, VT are all places you'll find me at most often. When I was in college, Colaba was my hangout of choice and Leopold's a favourite place to be at with some beer and their famous beef chilly. The minute I would walk in, I would run into at least 5 people I know. And any Xavierite or Wilsonian will agree with me.

It's just simply heartbroken and I'm finding it hard to comprehend. The hardest part though was when the camera panned around Leopold's to show a pool of blood in a corner. Why do people have to do this? How cold-blooded and devoid of feeling can a human being be to stand in front of a roomful of people and shoot them down.

The last two hours since I've found out have passed in calling and returning calls and watching the news. Looking at the police going about their jobs.

But what's infuriating me now is thinking of people like Raj Thackeray who occupy our police with usual issues like who's Bihari and who's Maharashtrian. As I've said before, we have 1 policeman for every 700 people, and it's time we let them do their jobs.

In the latest news, a plane load of commandos and an NSG team has departed from Delhi to Mumbai. I hope this is solved and normalcy restored and we can go back to living our lives without fear.

Edited to Add: TV reporters seem to sink lower everytime. An NDTV correspondent asked a man who escaped from the Taj whether he's scared. *Sigh*

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey glad to know you re fine. Was just about to email you. Take care.
disha06 said…
The past few hours have made me think how much this city means to me. I hope this ends soon. I really hope it does.
sanket kambli said…
arre...politicians want to sell only vada-paw and kanda poha...

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