Letter from Mumbai: in tragedy, the Headline hunters

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"She bled, she burnt, she was ravaged, humiliated...but withstood it all'. I Mumbai, write to you all -- the citizens, the netas, the affluent, the aam-aadmi -- my trauma has been witnessed, recounted, shred apart, put on trial...its time now for all of you to take a breather. Let me heal, allow the memory of the martyrs a dignified moment of solemnity. Lest we forget: 26/11".... It all began amidst those 60 hours of horror, as news teams, security agencies, politicians, bystanders, curious onlookers, scrambled to be a part of what was soon to become the darkest hour for this country. It's really no exaggeration. The casualties, the sheer brazenness with which the heart of Mumbai was targeted ought to be the most tragic time our generation has seen. For 24 hours new television, the images of the Taj dome on fire, the frantic....

Video blog: How Mumbai moves on

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"I'm sorry for your loss, doesn't offer much..." but it's a phrase many news correspondents have had to say repeatedly while covering bomb blasts. Tragedies that we ourselves often struggle to comprehend even though many of us are often caught in the midst of it. Even as the verdict in the August 25 2003 blasts finds the accused guilty, I'm taken back into a flashback of that fateful day. After 7 years and in the course of reporting first-hand during several bomb blasts ( from the twin blasts in 2003 to the July 11 serial train bombings, Hyderabad blasts 2006, Ahmedabad blasts 2008, November terror attacks), I have had the misfortune to meet several victims' families every time blasts ripped India's metros. And I say misfortune because not many of us, no matter how passionate we are about our work_would be comfortable probing about the enormity of....

Mumbai Meri Jaan

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A waiter at Café Leopold fell to the ground... bullets being fired indiscriminately... I was walking along Colaba Causeway...towards my home for the last 3 years, a few blocks away...I heard loud firing...a waiter at Leopold fell to the bullet....even as I ducked for cover...at a shop right across the road... The image, the shock...will never leave me... Mumbai Meri Jaan...will it ever be the same? Blood, tears, angry cries...of help and of helplessness My city is losing heart...so don't tell us to be calm We have seen enough, have sacrificed enough...but there's no balm to heal our wounds, our sorrow I say we want answers! Will we ever be safe? '' Firing abhi chalu hai'' I live 4 buildings away from Nariman house...the terror act was unfolding as I watched stunned... After the initial shock, I knew I....