I Missed the Fire

It snowed in Kashmir and rained in Delhi. I was on the way to office, the phone buzzed. It was my reliable jurno friend on the other end. “There’s a fire at Barakhamba Road,” she warned. I checked my bag and the camera was there. “Something for the blog,” I smiled to myself. By the time I reached there, the firemen had done their job. “Damn!” I said. “No blazing flames, no good photograph.” Doesn’t the news industry also behave like me? Waiting for a disaster to happen, things to go wrong, in a big and ‘newsworthy’ way. So that they can bask in professional glory. No glory for me here, only a few unphotogenic photographs.