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A 26 year old average Indian girl: the girl next door types. I have nothing extraordinary to differentiate me in the crowd but my job profile does grab some attention. Been an average student till my 12th and wished to be a Vet Doctor because I love the four legged more than the two legged, but the rat race took my toll. Did BSc in Biotechnology and managed to wear those Doctor’s coat, but tasted failure for the first time when flunked in Chemistry. Failure made me realize the mystery of my destiny and sowed a dream of journalism. A pointless journey saw its first point in journey and the dream sprouted as a crime reporter. After topping College kept jumping companies till I became a crime reporter (the blossomed dream). Destiny was kind and in Indian Express Bangalore, my dream bloomed and became a crime reporter within eight months of work. Three years later my name is counted among the few good crime reporters of Bangalore, which was a dream sown five years back. But ugly side of success has placed me where failure had placed me once. In a dream job but in search of a new dream, I write to be heard and to be told. I sow a dream eagerly wait to know what I would reap.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

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).


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