Nehemiah Rong
Well sometimes we have many things to say or share but we never say it at all. Things just don’t work out our way when we pursue something so hard and so urgent. People usually murmur when they are busy the telephone also gets busier. You work on some project, which it never materialized. Some tell themselves why to work again? Some affirm themselves to try again and again until they succeed.
On the Sunday, the Friendship Day, someone informed me that an accident happened just a few distances away from the place where I stay. Then I rushed to the spot to see. I rang up to my Correspondent Colleague who was out of station at the moment. I was told to get the detailed report along with pictures. But the Camera was not with me. I had to get it first and then click it? So I rushed for the camera to my colleague’s residence. Luckily, I reached the place on time by an auto rickshaw but much to my embarrassment I realized that I didn’t take my purse with me. I revealed sincerely my condition to the driver and he said to pay him when I meet him next. The search for that elusive camera began but it couldn’t be found so again I called my Correspondent Colleague through cell-phone and he spoke to his little son. The little kid got it for me, and then I rushed back to the spot by the passenger jeep, as it is two kilometers away from the spot.
By the time I reached the spot the bus had already turned its position, but I did manage to get the pictures. Then I proceeded to get my report to file my story. The passengers traveling in that Rajdhani Bus (Yes the one which met with the accident) revealed that the driver (who was inebriated) on seeing two ducklings crossing the road (from the right side of the NH-39) thought it best to swerve (in order to save the two ducks) and in the process thirty passengers comprising of military personnel, businesspersons, students, minor and women succumbed to minor injury, thanks to those boulders and an electric post. And thanks to the driver, the two birds escaped without a scratch.
By the time I was finishing with my reporting, a torrential downpour had slowly dispersed the onlookers and I rushed home to scribble down the story on my diary. Then came a phone call from my colleague to hand over the camera and report but later on we learned that there was no network to send the reports as it was a Sunday and nowhere to send the report. I realized that sometimes things just don’t work out our way and that particular story, “A Tale of Two Ducklings and a Drunk” never saw the light of day.
