BUTCHER v/s SAINT

Last Saturday was like dream come true but it turned into a nightmare… I feel after becoming a journalist one corner of my heart is becoming a butcher while the other is very emotional… it’s a confession on Saturday as I heard that there is a serial blast in Delhi immediately I could feel the evil spark in my eyes and I was feeling “WOW” a lifetime opportunity to cover serial blast…I rushed to the spot with my fellow reporter and while I was driving the only thing going in my mind was death toll and number of blast…
My first spot was CP and like every reporter I pulled up my socks and started my work I was full of energy as my fellow reporters were on their feet. I almost took a round of every bomb blast site and was thinking of SCOOP that’s it. But I came to stand still as I entered the premises of RML hospital. It was heartbreaking to people soaked in blood, women crying and looking for their relative…my brain stopped working and my heart became heavier. Innocent people killed in the blast made me feel as if I am guilty for this blast who always wished to cover it and look what I have done I have taken 25 innocent lives who do not even know what does SIMI and IM stands for…
But the bitter fact of the life is despite all pain and sorrow I had to file my story and now no more I want to cover any blast as after all it takes life of innocent people. So it’s not about profession it’s about humanity…