Rohinton Maloo was shot doing two things he enjoyed immensely. Eating good food and tossing new ideas. He was among the 13 diners at the Kandahar, Trident-Oberoi, who were marched out onto the service staircase, ostensibly as hostages. But the killers had nothing to bargain for. The answers to the big questions—Babri Masjid, Gujarat, Muslim persecution—were beyond the power of anyone to deliver neatly to the hotel lobby. The small ones—of money and materialism—their crazed indoctrination had already taken them well beyond. With the final banality of all fanaticism, flaunting the paradox of modern technology and medieval fervour—AK-47 in one hand; mobile phone in the other—the killers asked their minders, ‘Udan dem?’(should we blow them up?). The minder, ...
Death of a Salesman*
Death of a salesman