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I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love blossoms...

I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love blossoms...

We were not discernibly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding...

We were not discernib ly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding the PIA flight...

"Love blossoms in the most unlikely of places - a terror training camp in the heart of Pakistan" - An excerpt from Indians in Pakistan #Novel by Author Vivek Pereira. This exciting novel will surely entertain and enlighten you, revealing bitter truths, warped perceptions and diabolical designs, which together make the Indian subcontinent one of the most volatile and dangerous regions in the world. Join us in the fight against terror by posting only "ANTI - TERRORISM" comments on the FB wall of Indians in Pakistan at https://www.facebook.com/IndiansInPakistan Please feel free to LIKE, SHARE & COMMENT on this FB Fan Page Wall throughout "Indians in Pakistan" s ANTI TERRORISM WEEK from 27th October to 2nd November, 2014 . All are invited. And don't forget to INVITE YOUR FRIENDS!!!

Take the ALQ-ISI Bucket Challenge Today. GET DRENCHED and SHIVER OR Spread awareness of the Al Qaeda-ISI terror network in Pakistan by reading the action thriller #IndiansInPakistan #Novel #eBook which is available on Amazon - for approximately 1 US Dollar or Rs 60 - at  http://www.amazon.com/Indians-Pakistan-Vivek-Pereira-ebook/dp/B00N0WYM5O Was it a mere coincidence that several 9/11 terrorists were trained in Pakistan (at Karachi in 1999)? Was it a mere coincidence that the head of Pakistani Intelligence (ISI) was in Pakistan before, during & after the 9/11 attacks - supervising his “boys” and bargaining with the Bush administration for a softer penalty for Pakistan? Was it a mere coincidence that this same ISI Chief was sacked on Bush’s insistence after it was revealed that the main hijacker Mohammed Atta had wired the “balance money” (from the funds sent earlier by the ISI) via the Hawala route back to Omar Saeed Sheikh, who is well known for his role in the 2002 kidnappi...

Take the ALQ-ISI Bucket Challenge Today. GET DRENCHED and SHIVER OR Spread awareness of the Al Qaeda-ISI terror network in Pakistan by reading the action thriller #IndiansInPakistan #Novel #eBook which is available on Amazon - for approximately 1 US Dollar or Rs 60 - at http://www.amazon.com/Indians-Pakistan-Vivek-Pereira-ebook/dp/B00N0WYM5O Was it a mere coincidence that several 9/11 terrorists were trained in Pakistan (at Karachi in 1999)? Was it a mere coincidence that the head of Pakistani Intelligence (ISI) was in Pakistan before, during & after the 9/11 attacks - supervising his “boys” and bargaining with the Bush administration for a softer penalty for Pakistan? Was it a mere coincidence that this same ISI Chief was sacked on Bush’s insistence after it was revealed that the main hijacker Mohammed Atta had wired the “balance money” (from the funds sent earlier by the ISI) via the Hawala route back to Omar Saeed Sheikh, who is well known for his role in the 2002 kidnapping an...

We were not discernibly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding the PIA flight...

I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love bl...

In the aftermath of the powerful bomb blast at the Delhi High Court, the helpless Prime Minister of India solicited help from politicians and intellectuals by way of suggestions on how to tackle the menace of terrorism. Coincidentally, terrorism is one of the focal points of my book, “Rose Gardens and Minefields” wherein I accused the West of doing nothing against this menace while it grew from a small caterpillar to a huge, elusive butterfly. Here are a few suggestions that I can give the current government on this subject: 1) Hang all terrorists currently on death row (including Kasab) within the next three months and send a strong message to all terrorists. The Government would need considerable assistance from the President and the courts to achieve this deadline. 2) Frame a new terror law based on consensus between political parties, the judiciary and the civil society. Representatives of each of these sections must be involved in a drafting committee before it goes to the ...