Crime Reporters are not GOD!!

I am not such an established crime reporter yet, but still have begun to feel the heat of this profession. In this four months' experience as a crime reporter with The New Indian Express I have learnt that people consider us to be very much like God. I mean ... Anybody has a problem, they rush to us.
Talking about my latest experience, one of our office managers, came to me saying that his wife's chain was snatched while she was walking towards her residence. Alright, like a decent reporter , I jotted down every detail from where she was coming from, how was the chain, where was she going, what time, which direction etc etc etc. Though our paper has stopped writing about the chain snatching complaints (Cos it is very comman and our paper lacks the space) I wrote this one which even got published. The story should have ended here right?
Wrong, I have this man asking me as what happened to his chain.. For God sake how would I know that? I am not the one who snatched. Did you tell the commissioner? did they find the chain? when will I get it? and with a zillion such questions, this man haunts me everyday. Seriously, even I am praying to God that let this man get hsi chain as soon as possible, so that I am spared...
This is just an example, we face such problems each day, where people approach us with a lot of hope and expectations without understanding that we too are just like them, serving a job.

kissa mobile ka

Even with a number of  reasons to crib and cry, and also being the youngest brat reporter with loud mouth in office, fighting over silly issues I kind of love this profession which fills in joy in minute things. We learnt it in college and my crime beat always made me feel that for us,"Bad news is always good news"... But now I also think otherwise.

Actually about two months back, a young boy with red face came to my office worried and said that his Nokia N95 was stolen and he requested  me to pressurise the police. I could totally understand the boy's plight because I know what I went through when my phone was stolen. Had cried, was depressed, irritated ... everything. Even after two years i haven't found it, so tried to convince this chap to forget his mobile and move back to Delhi, where he hailed from.    

But after I spoke to the police, the boy in a very convincing manner said, "after talking to you, i am sure I will  get my phone back." God knows, how and what happened, and thanks to the sub inspector of Madiwala police station, Chandrappa  who traced the mobile phone wiyhin two months.  

I was SHOCKED!!! and happy too. Just when I had started believing that these men in khaki were duffers and Kamchors , i was up for a surprise. Though the police deserved the credit, the boy always said, "Its all because of you"

Frankly! felt great about the entire episode  and by writing this in my blog, i am just attmpting to credit the unsung heroes (The Banaglore police).