What a great friend..

Somebody knocked on the door on this Sunday. As I was dreaming in the outermost room of my flat (sometimes I hate!!); I had to open the door. To my surprise cum anger, nobody was there. Then mumbling some good words, I was about to shut the door when I saw a newspaper lying on the floor. Man, why did he knock on the door, he could have put those pages outside the door!! At first, I thought putting my slippers on and pressing the lift button to get a hold on the culprit (broke my aaramwali sleep), but then I saw a packet of milk, so lucky for him that the thought came into mind of having a tea.
I was still feeling very drowsy when I started preparing tea for my friend and myself. Suddenly I heard somebody speaking. I searched for the talking guy, but I didn’t find him. Then I realized, that the sound was coming somewhere from the centre table, where I kept the newspaper. I got shocked, my eyes fell wide open, my dreamy sleep went off, and my half opened eyes got wide open. The ‘Newspaper’ was crying. I tried throwing the newspaper away but didn’t. It was actually yelling and wanted to tell me something. Got nearer to it, told me how tarnished and bad it felt. Asked it, that what had happened that it felt so bad? “Read the news in me”, said the newspaper and “you will get an idea about my worsened condition”.
Being Sunday, chutti ka din, and strange things happening particularly like this, I thought of following the newspaper and started reading. “Tourist bus fell into a valley, 25 people feared dead”. Shri Ganesh, Oh God, why it must have happened, curiosity splashed on my face and started reading the news. It was the news of a hilly area, and due to the negligence by the government, how the condition of roads had worsened. Increasing to the problem was the spring season of the year. Some high authoritative official had shown some sadness and quoted of giving “1lakh” each to the victim of it. What an idea sirji!! This hilly region has been a Macca for millions of tourists since years, and many have died earlier also. Then, why the government officials didn’t take a note of it and had tried to implement the best things to cure this disaster to happen?
Thought of reading something next. “Blast shattered Rampur market, 8 killed 15 hospitalized”. How sad it was! Where were our intelligence agencies, our police, and how did it happen? Sources said “CCTV has captured some footage showing 2 people with bags which were later left beside the electricity pole at the site.” “Minister Rajaram pays homage to the blast victims” and instantly, ufcourse post-blast, announced the yet again “1Lakh” to the victims. Great!! Sources also said that US government had warned about some terrorist activities, but yet again we fell victim to it. In between, the newspaper, my narrator, sadly interfered and said that this was how the government always tried to woo the junta. “Exactly”, I said. By this time, we two (Newspaper and I), didn’t remain the strangers. Just then, I heard some sound and then it clicked to me that my tea had gone and reluctantly (I must say ‘reluctantly’) I left newspaper on the table and ran for the tea.
Continue…..