Trust me...its paradise; This is where the hungry come to feed, For mine is the generation that circles the globe in search of something that we've never tried before; So never refuse an invitation, Never resist the unfamiliar, Never fail to be polite, Never outstay your welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience And if it hurts, its probably worth it. You hope and u dream But u never believe something's gonna happen to you, Not like it does in the movies; And when it actually does You expect it to feel different More visceral, more real I'm waiting for it to hit me... Of course, this is not my creation... but what the heck??? Who says you can share only your creations with the world... and I am sure... every other 25 year old like me thinks the same...

11th July, 2006 - A very normal day at work. Infact, the reporters heaved a sigh of relief after reporting about the incessant rains in Mumbai. It was one of those rare days when we were blessed with time to have a proper lunch at a proper time. Everything seemed so nice, so smooth, so normal... completely unaware of the existence of some 11 people who were planning something... something huge, big and explosive. Within minutes, seven bombs ripped apart different trains on the Western line in Mumbai, killing more than 200 people, injuring thousands of them and shattering millions who lived in the city. The first image that comes to my mind when I think of that day is the helpless look on the faces of the people. Faces that were looking for different answers - Who did it" How many must have been killed" How to go home" How to reach my loved ones and tell them I am...

"He loved trains...", says Dara Mody, with a half smile on his face, recalling what his son liked the most, "...my father and my grandfather both worked for railways... Azhar too wanted to join railways... but I wanted him to join army. He was a tall boy you see... but that wasn't meant to be..." he signs off weeping inconsolably. Dara and Rupa Mody alongwith their two children, son Azhar and daughter Benafiya, lived in Gulbarg Society, Ahmedabad. Azhar loved travelling in train and visiting Mumbai.. especially the sea...and like every other boy loved playing Cricket. He loved teasing his sister Benafiya... and the thing he hated the most was - homework. You see, he wasn't exactly interested in studying and loved doing everything except picking up his textbook... Inspite of that was immensely loved by his father, mother and sister.... 28th February 2002 was just another day for the Mody family. Dara came to know about the Sabarmati Express but hardly felt...

A fortnight ago, I was down in bed with high fever and low blood pressure. Doctors blamed it on exertion and irregular food intake. But no matter how much I hated being teased 'sick' by my brother, the illness gave me an opportunity to getting pampered from my mum. So on my road to recovery, I was fed with the best nutritious food, fruit chats, juices and dal khichdi. In less than five days, I was back on my feet... ready to go back to work... So finally I returned to work after five days... after relishing some good food and care. But the moment I reached office, I was asked to rush to Ghatkopar, where 11 children had been admitted to Rajawadi Hospital under suspected malnutrition. We reached the hospital but the authorities at this BMC run hospital denied entry to our camera. So the story fell that very moment. But what unfolded later is something that cannot be ignored. The reporters...