It was all page one news, everywhere. For once, I didn't rue about not getting a by line for my effort of going so far to report, because it was the last week at my first organization I worked for and my by lines were blocked. I've seen dead bodies, battered dead bodies, injured persons with blood dripping off their bodies, but never did I witness bodies like the ones I had seen that morning near the highway, after that ill-fated bus coming to Hyderabad with 52 people crashed and caught fire.
The acrid smell of smoke, or rather, something having been charred, was all around. At first I thought it was only the bus, which lay to the left side of the road, completely burnt, except for its frame which was intact was still blackish. As I stepped nearer, I saw two huge tents which were set up. I was wondering why those were put up, as it seemed like they were there to accommodate curious bystanders, who stopped to have a look at what had happened. Stupid reasoning, I know, but still, it didn't seem like it could be something else.
It was only when I went down the ravine that I realised, to my horror, that the strong odor that I had smelt was of the dead bodies in one those tents, while the other one was for the families of the dead to wait under since it was sunny. It was all around; there was just no escape from that smell. All 45 of them, including a baby, were just lying in positions which seemed like they were trying to sheild themselves from the flames which took their lives. I could only look for few seconds, i.e. till I realised that those were nothing but the remains of the corpses of the deceased involved in the tragic accident.
I looked away, with the horrific images saved in my mind. One body had his or her hands covering the face, while others just looked like they writhed in pain while the bus was engulfed in flames. This incident was far worse than the bomb blast which took place earlier this year, simply because of the way it happened. I can explain about it, how it happened, why it happened, when, where and why. But such things will continue to happen, as always.
45 people were burnt to death in minutes at the highway near Mahbubnagar, in a bus which was coming to Hyd from B'lore, on Wednesday morning. The point is, like how the February bomb blasts was nothing but a week or ten days worth of news, this incident too will meet the same fate, as always. The RTA will start going after private buses, like how the police tightened law and order for a month. The media will start highlighting news about buses and their problems.
For a while the ball will be in motion, then it will end, and then there will be another bus accident, and then the same things will repeat again. Although I have thoroughly enjoyed reporting from such sites, be it this incident or the bomb blast, I am now tired of witnessing death, its tragedies, the sadness which shadows the families of the dead, and the grim atmosphere it creates for a while.
And with that, I end this silly rant of mine.