Hi all...
It's quite exciting to enter the world of 'virtual' diary to pen your thoughts... let me start with marking the date and the time... It's that time of the day on July 4, 2015, when I am sitting in office, nibbling at my food, fondly packed by my mom for lunch... Alone, and desperately fighting for a breaking twist to the Lokayukta corruption...
For the ones who will take a peek into this diary of mine, I am a journalist working for a TV channel. Now, did that eyebrow of yours rise in surprise? It's really not worth it, 'cos talent is one... but proving it needs luck. Can this luck ever be ever elusive? Ask me, yes it can....
I am born with a bunch of volunteers who ensure that I continue fighting for it, hunting and even sometimes yearning... A full force that can clone themselves to temporarily branch out to perform the same act to those close to me as well! I smile to myself, as cliched as it sounds... Why me?
So their duty is round the clock, just like my profession. No offs whatsoever. Their exclusives are based on exposing my faults, making me cut a sorry figure by meekly getting caught in the most embarrassing circumstances... Bonus assured when I am fretting over completion of tasks... with a minimum of 10 futile attempts.
It's interesting to note that they have only one single beat to focus on, unlike us journos who handle everything from a Lokayukta corruption to a gruesome murder in the break of dawn. It's then not surprising how skilled they are in this unfortunately singled out beat.
Having learnt to live with it, resigned to life's vicissitudes, I have fought and broken many sensational stories... and broken the OB dish to desperately send the feed on time... But I'm unable to use my press power to call upon some damned powerful military force that can overpower this for emancipation.
Beaten with ill-fate.. forgotten by past mates... Unfasten is the need of late... Luck, can we finally meet for this at least?
It's quite exciting to enter the world of 'virtual' diary to pen your thoughts... let me start with marking the date and the time... It's that time of the day on July 4, 2015, when I am sitting in office, nibbling at my food, fondly packed by my mom for lunch... Alone, and desperately fighting for a breaking twist to the Lokayukta corruption...
For the ones who will take a peek into this diary of mine, I am a journalist working for a TV channel. Now, did that eyebrow of yours rise in surprise? It's really not worth it, 'cos talent is one... but proving it needs luck. Can this luck ever be ever elusive? Ask me, yes it can....
I am born with a bunch of volunteers who ensure that I continue fighting for it, hunting and even sometimes yearning... A full force that can clone themselves to temporarily branch out to perform the same act to those close to me as well! I smile to myself, as cliched as it sounds... Why me?
So their duty is round the clock, just like my profession. No offs whatsoever. Their exclusives are based on exposing my faults, making me cut a sorry figure by meekly getting caught in the most embarrassing circumstances... Bonus assured when I am fretting over completion of tasks... with a minimum of 10 futile attempts.
It's interesting to note that they have only one single beat to focus on, unlike us journos who handle everything from a Lokayukta corruption to a gruesome murder in the break of dawn. It's then not surprising how skilled they are in this unfortunately singled out beat.
Having learnt to live with it, resigned to life's vicissitudes, I have fought and broken many sensational stories... and broken the OB dish to desperately send the feed on time... But I'm unable to use my press power to call upon some damned powerful military force that can overpower this for emancipation.
Beaten with ill-fate.. forgotten by past mates... Unfasten is the need of late... Luck, can we finally meet for this at least?
