Somebody save me , Somebody try to kill me

This aricle for Press Freedom Day

This is picture taken secretively inside Jaffna fort. Me and my colleague went to an area inside the High Security Zone with the district judge to report on a violent incident and were startled seeing scattered human bones. A motorbike too was burning on one side. But we did not report this incident after the judge warned us to take care of our own safety.

My whole thoughts are visiting to my home town to my affected people and the children by the war in Vanni, when i hug my children and pet with them.

Death by violence seemed certain during my journalistic life in Jaffna peninsula. Sometimes I wonder where I would have been lying dead – in a shrub jungle or inside an abandoned well.

My professional life started disastrously in 1999, I was sacked within 14 days by my first employer and this experience only made be stubborn to succeed as a journalist.