Terror attacks kill scores in Mumbai

[ronaYo]

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Kinsa kahay siguro nga ma Third ANTI-Christ no? Paminaw jud nako dili Christian LOL

Unsa di-ay meaning sa anti-christ 'noy? wa diay ka kahibaw ana?

Naa ba kahay Anti-muhamad or Anti-Allah

Ikaw diay? c cottonmouth?

Kamo imbis mag promote mo ug religious harmony, inyo jud ipugos ang religious hatred!
Mura jud sad mog korek!

[zurita10]

It was just a training exercise.

Lol

[edgeknife]

kamo na lay pag imbestiga. mas maayo pa diay mo kay at least kahibaw mo nga MUSLIMS ang nag bomba.

lolx

basaha bro ang whole news context... hehehe

[d@rtint]

maayo nuon na makwaan na ang mga taw kay morag dahan na kaayo ta....hahahaha

[ongkal]

i never wanted to be labeled a racist. daghan nakog naamigo nga tagagawas. mga puti, itom, intsik, hapon, hispanic. naa gani koy amigo nga pakistani who thinks of osama bin laden as a hero dayon amkig argue jud sa mga pinoy nga sakto pangbuhaton niya. pero these recent news makes me think that the only thing that can coexist with islam is violence.

[kenart]

CouchSurfing - Mumbai

Hi,
i've been reading many of the posts that were put up regarding the attacks on Mumbai over the past 36 plus hours. i don't know how to react to most of it simply because i see it differently because i have no choice. i was holed up in the Taj Mahal Hotel from 9.45 on Wednesday 26th November till 10 am yesterday morning. i spent 12 hours inside the hotel with my mother and some 200 other guests all taking refuge inside on the Chambers floor (first floor) located just in front of the Gateway of India. i was attending my best friend's wedding at the Ball room. i missed the lobby shooting by 10 minutes. we heard the firing for the first time at about 9.45 pm in the ballroom. minutes later a bullet pierced the glass panel running along the wall behind the bar. the glass hit us and we were on the floor. we got under the table and then when the firing abated we were escorted by the Taj service staff through the service corridor to the Chambers. slowly there were more and more people. i didn't take it seriously until the dome blasts at midnight. there was near panic and i began to wonder if we'd make it. we recvd messages that the fire was spreading towards us. at about 4 am, an evacuation was called for. as we waited, tightly packed into the corridor, people in batches of four were let through the corridor to what i was given to believe was an elevator or stairway and that there were commandos at the head who had secured the area. as i got close to the corridor, we heard bullets. it was the loudest i'd heard and i ran with everyone else. everyone dispersed into different rooms. i ran into the Lavender room but then four people from my room quickly ran out as someone had been shot. apparantely one person was shot and killed. another, an old security staffer of the hotel was lying on the staircase. he was shot. i think he was a little ahead of me in the line before the firing began. my friend's father is a doctor and he bandaged him but had no medicine or penicillin. we shut off the lights, the ac. we bolted the door and stayed silent. i was sitting opposite the man who'd been shot and heard him call for help in agony. he was bleeding to death. my mother was in the room at the far end. she was bare feet. at that point, i thought we were not going to make it. in fact i had little doubt that it was just a matter of time before the sniper from the floor above us, came to our floor, going room to room, spraying us with ammunition. i took strange comfort in laying my head on the wall that seperated the room from the corridor, knowing the bullet could pierce the wall and all that rested on it. i sent a close friend of mine an sms saying this was probably it and to another, i stole his favourite two words : "so what". the silence was constantly interrupted by gun fire exchanges which almost always ended in a grenade being exploded. after a point, it did'nt even distract us from our busy smsing. all the while i was looking at this man, bleeding, throwing up, begging for mercy. all i could do was urge journalists outside to inform the commandos to at least rescue him first. at about 9.30 am, the unexpected came to pass. we heard sharp knocking on the door -- some one claiming to be state police. no one wanted to open the door until we were sure. then a female voice from the outside was met with familiarity by the Taj service staffers who had probably saved us from dying in an act of panic and the door was torn open. the injured man was let out on a stretcher into an ambulance and we all had our hands raised as we walked through the corridor down towards another service stairway. i saw blood and spent ammunition on the very spot that i'd been drinking coke and chatting away before midnight. on the corner of the service stairway, another pool of blood stood beside a rumpled commando cap. the effect of the blood was sharp and burning. i couldn't keep my eyes open. as we came down to the main lobby, the shattered glass panels and cracked tiling was the grim reminder of the madness that has ensued before. but as we stood outside the lobby and two police vans were loaded with some of the survivors, as the second van exited the lobby entrance, there was more firing from probably the fifth floor and more panic. this wasn't over. they herded us into a BEST bus, i was in the back, with four Russians, all of us crouched like tormented creatures, i sat up with my head between my knees, watching the hotel windows as the bus pulled away, still waiting for the worst which didn't come. the city was ghastly. straight slivers of people looking zombie like, populated the streets and a strange black car behind seemed like it was in pursuit. we were taken to the Azad Maidan police station and let off in 10 minutes. walking out with my mother, i felt no elation, no sense of relief, just a bittersweet blankness and cynicsm that that sense of fatality i felt at 5 am may have to be called, someday again. in the evening i heard that the Taj GM Karambir Kang's wife and three daughters had been burnt alive in the suite next to the dome. i don't know how to react when my friends who have been calling and messaging me all through, say "thank god, you're alive and unharmed". i don't believe in god and i didn't pray even when we were all holed up in that room with the gunmen outside at some point before 9.30 am. i didn't think i'd see 9.30 am. and i retain my aetheism. sitting there as the light began to shape the concrete webbing that filled our windows, i saw and heard the crows, indifferent to the terror of the night, going about their lives. there's wasn't much fear to go around. there was nothing to do. and even now, with the terror continuing to rain on us and more death and grief to come, there's nothing we can do but what we think we can at any given point. to the international couch surfers currently in Bombay, if you're in fact reading this lengthy mess of mine, you probably have every reason to write us off. but there's no time left to argue about whether Bombay is any worse than anywhere else. these modern times, death is everywhere to be had and if we escape its scope, like i did, the conceited being that i am, it just as well have gone the other way. the crows would have still been at it in the morning and the one after. i'm not making any sense so i'm gonna borrow the closing words of the movie Seven because i can't write anymore because my fingers won't let me.
"Someone once said, The world is a beautiful place.
It's worth fighting for......
I agree with the second part.
bhisham

[BoyMonsteR]

nuclear lunch detected.. kaboom.. naa raba nuclear ning duha ka country..

[rjdc_23]

Systematic and precise ang execution sa part xa mga terrorists. stormed the taj mahal and hotels in a blitz. not a work of a usual terrorist. Higher ups must be involved (Pakistan)

[alert0]

what happened to the world? why so much violence? pray for peace.thats all we can do for now.

[giuboy]

This is also might happened in Phillipines.