It happened to me all of a sudden again. Welcoming the deputy prime minister to Cambodia back again at the airport was not my job, but I had to go along with other two AFP journalists. I wanted to get involved with something like that, though not requested.
On the day, a lot of local journalists and a few international ones zigzagged their way to the airport. Nobody with no relevant obligation there was allowed in. No only the media people but especially the government officials queued up smilingly and grinned at each other. Noise started to soar up. It came from everywhere around the room. Boring! The only word that came into my mind was ‘boring’. I thought I shouldn’t have wasted my time waiting around for nothing. Well, it may be worth a first-time official waiting, as you might think. Every official was the centre of attention from everyone else and the journalists. Here came the star everybody was awaiting but it didn’t take time a long time to rise as he set down back /retreated into a small room nearby. (Hope you understand what I meant). Let the pictures I took explain every little thing that happened.
Desperate to get to the stadium before everybody else, we hopped into the car and dashed out of the airport. It’s incredibly my first time to drive in a queue along with other officials’ cars while the wind blows the sound of horn in the air. Haha. How does it feel to be among the powerful and look out at the others stopping their vehicles for you? How does it feel to see traffic police blocking other people’s way for only your group? Wow, the speed was like a rocket launched into the sky. It was 15 minutes, 100% faster than going through a normal traffic. After all, this air of importance lasted very briefly and left no good feeling afterwards. I didn’t like it and am not gonna like doing it ever. My confusion was put to rest after we reached the stadium only to find that there were so many people and the official speech was toooo boring and prolonged.
The day and event didn’t satisfy me. My presence was there but my mind was somewhere else. No rise in my spirits. If it were a true act of patriotism, my heart would have been touched by it, for sure.
No doubt.
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Knila;
Being in journalist is something that you must be out of your comfort zone, go to the extend and beyond hirozen in order to get the comprehensive and in depth first hand news for story you want to write.
First time is always boring, but as you preogress and reach the peak where your knowledge in the rquired field then you would always want and volunteer to be there for that 1st hand news.
Journalism is something about exploring the depth and the undisclosed side of the story in order to break the news to people.
I strongly believed that you can cope well with boreness but rewarded career as a good juornalist.
mediawatch-newstopia
You are doing wonderful work K. Its important to hear about how you feel about the challenges you face in your profession.
jonathan