It is two years today since the day when 10 terrorists wreaked havoc in the south of Mumbai. Over 150 people were killed by them, and billion left in the wake of pain: the pain of being left prisoners in your own home. It elucidated the danger normal Indians live in everyday. They are not secure; they have been targeted. It fails to impress me how certain people could mastermind such a dastardly move, and make individuals go on a suicide mission to kill as many people before they themselves are killed. Die, and kill them too.
It is completely opposite to the Indian philosophy of “live and let live”; no wonder it left us in such a pain. Why would a group of people conspire cowardice over a peaceful nation? I can only pity them. The government was jerked awake by this fact, and definitely carried out required measures in full steam. They even sacked the then under-performing minister of Home Affairs, and mobilized a massive task force in order to determine who the culprit was.
Some said it were the Pakistanis, some said it was Al-Qaeda. I do not know, and not that doth matter. These terrorist are a cancer. They must be exterminated.
I don’t consider them humans, and hence terrorists have no religion. They come from no region of the earth, and they possess no feeling for their brethren.
Yes, the war on terror is necessary.
Now, when on the 4th of December I go to Mumbai, the shocking signs of Bullet marks at the Leopold Café would chill my blood again, and remind me, that the war on terror is necessary.
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