Can you please treat us with some respect and dignity?

There is nothing more depressing than news these days. Murders, crime, corruption, violence, dowry deaths, accidents. The blood and gore splashed across the papers. The television is even worse.

Reporter ( asking a victim who has just lost her husband in the bomb blasts): How are you feeling? Do you think the government is doing enough? What will you do now?

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Another reporter ( outside RML hospital, speaking to a man whose friend is in the ICU): I see you have been sitting here all night. Have there been any problems?

The man responds: No one sits outside a hospital for fun. Obviously there are problems!

Lady reporter : I noticed you have been all going in a single file and not crowding the hospital. Are these instructions given to you by the doctor or are you doing it on your own accord?

The man ( exasperated): We are intelligent enough to know there is no point in crowding the hospital. The doctors are doing their best.

Lady reporter: Are you happy with the arrangements made by the administration. In your opinion, are the hospitals of the city equipped to handle such a crisis..

The man: i am sorry, i don’t usually go around taking rounds of the hospital. The hospitals were surely not expecting a bomb blast to happen, so they obviously struggled initially, but they are doing more than enough.

Lady reporter: How do you feel about the bomb blasts?

The man walked away…

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This reporter represents a highly reputed English news channel. Hellooo, is there something wrong with you guys? Going by the number of reporters who ask this standard question ” How are you feeling”, just after someone has lost their family, friends, near and dear ones, I wonder if it is training???While the media does an exemplary job of highlighting the woes of the society and in times like Kargil, they become the eyes and ears of people back home; sometimes the war of the TRPs really sucks!

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About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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