@Troy. Thanks brother for your comments. Its part of life of a journalist. One gets such opportunities during work.
I narrowly escaped a helicopter crash, I think it was August 2002. We were returning from the Line of Control (Chakothi) after visiting the forward Pakistani military positions. The heli was U1-H1 and as we were flying over Mansehra on our way back to Islamabad, the army aviation pilots noticed that the engine oil temerature was rising abruptly so had to make an emergency landing. Thanks to almighty Allah that we landed safely in the parade ground of Frontier Force regiment centre in Abbottabad, and after having tea on the lawns of FF Golf Club we resumed our journey by a Pajero to Islamabad. But it was quite scary. The piolts said that overhead rotors could jam anytime and the choppter could have dropped like a stone.
Journalism is a unique profession. On a typical day you are inhaling tear gas and getting beaten by police as it charges on protestors and the same evening you are at a state dinner rubbing shoulders with top government leaders. You are sleeping at night and get a call to reach airport or take a car to place/city where an emergency has occurred. It is indeed full of adventures and thrills.