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India's worst ever terror attack

They've been calling it India's worst ever terror attack. And it is. Much much worse than anything I've ever sen.

It's been 16-17 hours since the attack began. But there hasn't been much headway yet. Hostage situations at three places. Countless people dead. Property destroyed. People terrified.

They're young, well dressed boys. Somebody you would expect would know better. These aren't amateur terrorists. They're sophisticated, well-trained attackers who know what they're doing. They've carried out their plans with military precision and left India and Mumbai reeling.

They came in by speedboat and the Indian Navy has just stopped a Karachi bound boat which refused to stop despite repeated calls. They came in to bring us to our knees.

Hemant Karkare and Vijay Salaskar. Two of Mumbai's seniormost and valuable police officials gone for ever. Havaldars and army men.

Security forces have been pouring in. The NSG, the RAF and the Marine Commandos.Flown down from Delhi. And now I'd like to ask Raj Thackeray, what he has to say about this, Why isn't he making a noise now about north Indian's pouring into the city?

And to top it all of, I had a conversation with a friend, about the whole situation and he spoke of how the police seemed to be doing nothing in particular, just running around and I completely lost it. I told him to shut the f*** up and put the phone down.

In such trying times, how can people think like this? Do they think it's a joke for them to go in. Knowing that there's a very good chance that they'll lose their lives. They should at least have a fighting chance to get in there and get back out. 14 policemen have already lost their lives.

I for one, have full faith in our security forces. The NSG is there and I think they're one of the best outfits in India. If anyone can bring this situation under control, it's them. And they're the ones leading the operation.

This is exactly why I never criticise my police officials, despite my moments of anger. Knowing that they always do the best they can. And why I don't really mind if they take a bribe. Because when situations like this happen, it's their lives on the line and most of us are safely at home.

The official line now is refusing to negotiate. And I completely agree. They shouldn't be let off in the slightest and should be completely punished for what they've done.

This is a cowardly, dastardly attack and the lowest of the low.

But I'm proud. Of my politicians. We haven't seen any finger pointing, the blame game hasn't been played. Politicians haven't poured into the city and made matters worse. They've let the security forces deal with the problem without the complications of politics. For that, I'm grateful.

And I'm completely with Chandni on this one.

F&%k you.

Comments

Sankoobaba said…
can anyone get me a gun...
and license to kill...
i feel like going in there and killing at least one bastard..

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