Dear Terrorist, I hope you're happy

Those last few days of November 2008 was a nightmare for Mumbaikars, and for all of us with a heart. Watching the fire engulf something as beautiful as the Taj, watching Oberoi massacred, innocent Jews at the Nariman House killed... I think a little part of me died along with the countless victims of that wretched attack. Cafe Leopold, which I extensively read about in Greogory David Roberts' Shantaram was attacked too. Though I've personally never been to Mumbai, there was something so inhuman about these attacks that it very, very deeply wounded me. Maybe it's giving in to precisely what the terrorists wanted, but honestly- we don't have a choice but to be hurt. People are entering 5 star hotels and attacking us, what next? Personal Terrorist Service? Crazed, brainwashed sadists entering our homes just to kill us? This is absolutely not done.

Here is a little piece I wrote for all the terrorists who died while killing.

You got your hand grenades
A heart full of devastating hate
You gun us down and kill yourself
I hope you're happy..

You subdued the city of dreams
Changed our hopes into shattered screams
You made us cry with our backs to the wall
I hope you're happy...

You killed our men of guts and skill
Caused havoc with blood curdling ill will
And now you lie with blood in your eyes
I hope you're happy...

You had a nation under your heel
Made us numb, made us cry, made us feel
Now you're bodies are blown apart
I hope you're happy...

Also, my heartfelt regards to the following people:

1) The NSG commandos. True heroes. I salute

2) The Mumbai police.

3) NDTV staff. Especially Srinivasan Jain. For the excellent coverage even though your eyes were drooping with lack of sleep for over 50 hours.