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Terrorism and Tarzanism...


26/11, The Day Of Terrorism and Tarzanism...

The day will be remembered as the day of danger-stricken, faith-broken and civility-shattered Mumbaiker as well as Indians. Along with it, the day will also recognized as the day of integrated efforts made by Indian Police and Army to stabilize the civility and faith in the service and patriotism.

It was a day when about 164 innocent people were killed and more than 300 were injured brutally. Not only the civil
ians but guards of civilians were also shot to heavens. i would like to salute the officers,(Hemant Karkare,Ashok Kamte, Vijay Salaskar and Tukaram Omble ) naming them as patriots and express sheer shame on failure of the intelligence department and the coast-guard security.

And what to be ashamed further that our government(always being the center of blames) couldn't provide enough compensation to the dead. Let alone the civilians, they have not paid well even officers martyred and living brave-hearts. If terrorists are brutal then our Govt is not far behind.

Battered and bruised Mumbaikar on that day showed its eternally living spirit of magnanimity by carrying the injured to the injured strangers at CST and other parts of south Mumbai to the nearby hospitals.

And Why i called it as Tarzanism? Yes, it is apt to call it so. Our policemen are not so laced with stat-of-the-art machinery. They are supposed to deal with and control general public with just wooden sticks and only in extreme possibilities with the revolver and that too not to kill but to just injure and capture. Really our policemen are Tarzans of the jungle of terrorists...to fight bare-handed but indomitable.

Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!

....ilesh

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