Years ago, when I was aspiring to become a journalist and had just about got my first job in a newspaper my maternal uncle a high ranging bureaucrat in the Madhya Pradesh cadre expressed both contempt time sorrow time that his niece had chosen to become a reporter. He had wanted me to sit for civil services exams instead or at least for some bank entrance tests. That would be more honest work than becoming a journalist, he said. Read more
I can hardly believe that it is two decades since the assassination of Rajiv Gandhi.
Just a few days before he was killed he was campaigning in Bombay. I was working for a wire service at the time and my Bureau Chief had given me stern instructions: the then union government had withdrawn his security cover and Rajiv was a sitting duck for assassins. Read more