Around this time last year, I was wandering aimlessly about Chennai while friends paced around J frantically waiting to see their names on notice boards hoping to make one of the placement lists.
Me? I was among the 'fortunate' few who happened to end Day One with an offer letter in hand. Those who knew me were shocked at why I chose the paper I did in lieu of the `respectable' one.
First month in the paper, I got my front page. With each week, I was tucking away one more lead story into my bonnet. After six months, I was pretty much where any newbie can hope to be. Then, in a move that made my Editor blow his top off, I quit.
Turned down every other offer I got. Chose to turn into a zucchini than work at a newspaper again.
Why? I could opt for a diatribe and do what N. Ravi (incidentally, was one of my favourite lectures from J) from The Hindu seems to have done. Or, simply let Amit Verma say my bit for me.
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