The demand for fresh human organs existed and Nikhil was a reliable supplier. He was grateful to the private nursing home where he spent a few weeks as a ward boy, and later graduated to be a be helper in the Operation Theater. That short stint was invaluable to him because it was there that he saw, handled and became familiar with surgical instruments like the scalpels, forceps and knives. He observed how the surgeon cut through the flesh and fat to reach into the innermost cavities of the human body.
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Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
when terror strikes (teaser trailer 1)
‘I have people who supply cartridges that bear foreign marks – made in the by-lanes right here, the markings are fake ones, as fake as the SIM cards and I- cards. Do you know that marketing Terrorist props is a flourishing business, dress that resemble official ones of the police, the fire brigade and the armed forces have innumerable takers?’
‘Saab-ji , if the madaris can train monkeys to dance and beg on the streets and steal from multistory buildings, why can they not be trained to plant bombs?’
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‘Saab-ji , if the madaris can train monkeys to dance and beg on the streets and steal from multistory buildings, why can they not be trained to plant bombs?’
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
when terror strikes (synopsis)
Synopsis
Killing to Munni-chachi was a method to clear obstacles. Very few knew of her real power, her hidden agenda. To the commoner, she could manage the impossible. People loved and respected her for her generosity, for her helping nature, for her willingness to go the extra mile.
The Mumbai bomb blasts of 26/11, to her, were Godsend. It would camouflage her intentions.
The only surviving terrorist Joseph Akmal Khan was behind bars – it threw up immense possibilities. Munni-chachi could now activate her terror modules.
If there were remnants of burnt Urdu newspapers, Pakistani coins and firearms with foreign markings in the debris of any destruction those would imply the presence of foreign hands and the situation could be exploited to the fullest.
She was spurred for quick action due to an e-mail received by a TV news channel hinting at attacks on defense and strategic installations in and around Mumbai. All hell broke loose.
The Home Minister called for an emergency meeting with RAW (the Research and Analysis Wing), the Anti Terrorist Squad and the Police Commissioner with the Chiefs of the Armed Forces to evolve strategies to counter the threats.
With kidnappings, missing slum children and a doctor-builder nexus in a kidney racket, this novel keeps you on the edge.
This is a story of modern day terrorism, terrorists and terror modules.
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Killing to Munni-chachi was a method to clear obstacles. Very few knew of her real power, her hidden agenda. To the commoner, she could manage the impossible. People loved and respected her for her generosity, for her helping nature, for her willingness to go the extra mile.
The Mumbai bomb blasts of 26/11, to her, were Godsend. It would camouflage her intentions.
The only surviving terrorist Joseph Akmal Khan was behind bars – it threw up immense possibilities. Munni-chachi could now activate her terror modules.
If there were remnants of burnt Urdu newspapers, Pakistani coins and firearms with foreign markings in the debris of any destruction those would imply the presence of foreign hands and the situation could be exploited to the fullest.
She was spurred for quick action due to an e-mail received by a TV news channel hinting at attacks on defense and strategic installations in and around Mumbai. All hell broke loose.
The Home Minister called for an emergency meeting with RAW (the Research and Analysis Wing), the Anti Terrorist Squad and the Police Commissioner with the Chiefs of the Armed Forces to evolve strategies to counter the threats.
With kidnappings, missing slum children and a doctor-builder nexus in a kidney racket, this novel keeps you on the edge.
This is a story of modern day terrorism, terrorists and terror modules.
(If you like this and want to read more please leave me a message...)
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