It's been days since the Mumbai attacks but the rate at which I feel compelled to track the stories hasn't abated for some reason. Call it morbid fascination, the need for closure, whatever. Twitter #Mumbai has been my best friend this past week. I track and read numerous tweets whenever I get a moment to spare.
Among everything I've read, the stories that left the most impact on me were the ones that either horrified me or touched me in a very visceral way. (Nothing upset me more than reading about the torture handed out to the victims by the terrorists or that the commandos returned the treatment a few days later.)
Part of captured terrorist Amir Qasab's story which gave me insight into just how much the Lashkar hates its own people
"My father sells dahi wada on a stall in Lahore and we did not even get enough food to eat from his earnings. I was promised that once they knew that I was successful in my operation, they would give Rs 1,50,000 [almost USD 4,000] to my family,"
Michael Pollack's dinner in Mumbai goes south in a very bad way
"The terrorists repeatedly slammed against our door. We heard them ask the chef in Hindi if anyone was inside the office. He responded calmly: 'No one is in there. It's empty.' That is the second time the Taj staff saved our lives."
Anosh Irani, who I believe has a great Indian novel in him somewhere, relives his connection with the Taj
"I essentially grew up in the hotel. And I would have been there on Wednesday night, browsing in its bookshop, and at the Leopold Cafe nearby, if it were not for the last-minute distraction of a soccer match in my neighborhood."
Ashish Chowdhry narrates how his world has crumbled
"If there is anything that can hold me together now and not let me crumble fully, are the two small innocent lives who in a matter of seconds lost the two people who were their world. Who only waited not understanding why their parents haven't returned from dinner yet."
The Daily Show's John Stewart and John Oliver put together this segment which captures a terrific sense of rage and helplessness
The almost imperceptible flaw in the strategy of these industrial strength douchebags: "We hate and kill everything you stand for. Join us!"