This is not a sarcastic post.
Give Ajmal Qasab whatever he wants. Seriously. Food, water, newspapers, perfume. Pickle, flowers, fruit, juice. Archie comics, since he’s claiming to be 17. A personal tarot reading.
Whatever. He. Wants.
Then – and this is the important bit – hang him till he dies.
Because the time for moderate, satyagrahi ideals was 1947. It’s 2009 and it’s about time we became famous for a justice system that works.