The Attacks of 26\11 Page #2

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'Every visitor who

travels to Mumbai, '

'never misses seeing the

Taj Hotel and the Gateway.'

'By targeting that hotel,

the terrorists wanted to prove, '

'that there's no escape from them, '

'no matter where you hide.'

'Whether it's the Leopold,

or the Taj.'

They shot the child through his head.

In today's world a 5 star hotel,

symbolises how much humans

have progressed from barbaric times.

And to see blood splattered

in its luxurious settings,

and heaps of dead bodies

on its polished floor proves, that

humans can even today be

more barbaric than they were ever.

At around 9:
30,

when Taj was being attacked,

'at the same time at,

Mumbai's lifeline,

the Mumbai Railway's CST station..'

'where, people from all

over the country commute.'

'By attacking this place,

they wanted to spread terror, '

'in every corner of the country,

and not just Mumbai.'

Yes.

No, sir.

I'll send it day after tomorrow.

Yes, sir. Correct.

Yes, sir.

Okay, sir. Goodnight.

Sir, where's the platform?

- That way.

On that side.

- Oh, this way?

Yes. That way.

- And, the ticket-counter?

This way.

- This way?

Where's the chart been put up, sir?

That side.

- That way?

Yes.

- Thank you.

Listen carefully once again.

First throw a grenade

so that with that sound,

those sitting and lying

down in the hall will get up.

And, that way we

can shoot more people.

And remember,

don't take pity on even

women... and children... understood?

Sir, Shinde speaking from CST.

Someone's opened

fire here with an AK-47.

Sir..

I couldn't believe my ears,

when I heard what happened at CST.

What are these people?

What kind of hatred is this?

Can you understand?

I can't.

What kind of barbarism is this?

Are they just plain insane...

who've been given a gun?

What faith allows you,

to kill, innocent children,

so brutally and so cruelly?

Then, I received news about the..

Attacks on Oberoi

and Nariman House

and also about the

blast in a taxi at Vile Parle.

"Moments are passing by slowly.

My eyes are teary."

Not only about those various attacks,

I was listening to multiple

versions of each of those attacks.

And also rumours of attacks

in various other places.

The control room was

receiving thousands of calls,

I had no time to understand, verify

or act upon the information.

At a point my mind went numb.

"Human being is tormented

in the games of politics."

"Every path is foggy.."

My juniors were

waiting for my orders,

and I didn't know what to say.

That's when I called

the Home Secretary.

Sir, I don't know what to do,

we need outside help.

Are you sure?

It's the prestige of Mumbai Police!

Sir, f*** the prestige,

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