thus , one fine sunday morn after a tiring week of shooting , i was leisurely sipping an over-priced caf latte at the world famous leopolds cafe in the southern suburbs , where the atmosphere was still quite ordinary , totally oblivious to the fact that three days later , ajmal amir kasab ( the baby-faced butcher ) and his roid and meth raging buddies would storm the shores of south mumbai and set about committing one of the most outrageous acts of islamic jihad india has ever seen .