Picture this. it’s valentine’s. the entire city is immersed in gifts, romantic dinners, and stolen (or bought) moments of privacy. And I am on my way to the vile parle police station to get details about some two idiots who fired a gun into the door of a congress corporator.
I don’t know why, but for some reason, it gave me a big kick to be thinking about a shootout rather than what I would have given my girlfriend, if I had one.
So I go to the police station, speak to the police, to the corporator who’s come there to give a statement, and to her political opponent, who she has named as a suspect. And while me and some other reporters are joking about outside the police station, in comes a tip off that the senior inspector, santacruz has beaten up a woman officer so bad that she is in the hospital.
Instant chaos.
We all rush to the santacruz police station, while frantically trying to get some confirmation, dialing every number we know. We finally get to the police station, only to be told that there is no woman officer there. The senior inspector’s orderly tells us the saheb is out for patrolling. I suspect he was sleeping inside his cabin.
We then meet some other cops there, then come back to office.
The end? Don’t bet on it.
It was a crazy day, really. Tip off after tip off came coming through, and I had to scramble to file a story on every one of them.
Some guy killed himself outside the MMRDA office in BKC, and blamed an offical in the suicide note.
A wall collapsed in navi Mumbai, and killed two people.
A bride turned all “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” after her would-be in-laws tried to stall the marriage for dowry and went to the police.
Some idiot stabbed a woman, and rumours flew that it was the moral police punishing her for celebrating V Day.
Some college girl ran off with her Romeo, and her father filed a kidnapping complaint against him.
And after I leave the office, I learn that an airlines employee hung herself in her andheri residence.
Tiring? Well, yeah. But you know what? It was fun. Every minute of it. In spite of the headache, hunger, exhaustaion, I was enjoying my work.
Which is when I realised, my work is my Valentine, and I had one heck of a Valentine’s Day.
4 comments:
Nice one...i liked d way u concluded :)
Journalism is indeed fun but a lot exhaustive too :)
I seriously wish i had a life like yours...trust me my Valentine's Day was an emotional drain...we took some turns wrong on the page and i was fretting about it the whole day...But u seriously seemed to have the perfect "Day" on field ... but it wont be good news when u'r real life valentine comes around :)
You a smart fella... Three girls is what you got by writing a blog. Hope u met at least one of them after this one...! ;)
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