My colleague Kushalrani Gulab – Bunny – asked me in response to my blog last week what had prompted me to become a journalist. As I said in my reply to her, that had not been my intention when I started out as one nearly three decades ago. But so many years later, I realise I would rather be a journalist than anything else in the world – not even a bureaucrat or diplomat as I had intended when I took a journalism degree, essentially to learn to write for the civil services exams. Read more
Last weekend I found myself at the Alumni Association meet of the Department of Journalism at Nagpur University. Read more
My passport lists my place of birth as Bilaspur, Madhya Pradesh. When it comes up for renewal I don’t know if I will feel comfortable calling the state where I was born `Chhatisgarh’. For my mother is not Chhatisgarhi by even a long shot; she is from Madhya Pradesh.
I have cousins who `lived’ in Uttar Pradesh. But now they are Uttaranchalis, resident in its capital of Dehradun for years, long before Uttaranchal came into existence. Read more
Many, many moons ago, I had been to Hubli in Karnataka on a school exchange programme. I did not remember much from those times but the little that I did were memories of a small, quaint, old- fashioned traditional South Indian provincial town. Read more