got inducted yesterday. realised that almost every newspaper in this country has had an illustrious past thanks to the freedom struggle, but almost every one of them has been reduced to a money making venture now. was given some gyan (?) by the senior editor on how it's the marketing division which makes a paper run and that reporters are mere fact collectors, arrogant at that and make lousy writers. it's the editors who run the show.

too much humiliation for the day. also listened to about 6 hours of financial mumbo jumbo and management gobbledeegook on the functioning of the organisation. so as i hear, there are no trade unions here.

one thing doesent change. everybody curses the TOI. haha. when all else fails seek respite by blaming the TOI. the TOI guys must be having a hearty laugh in their ivory tower.

i wish it was a world where one didnt need money to survive.

shibbs is on her way to acquiring the Beauty Pageant beat. haha.

well, more on crime, it's so easy to write "the accused confessed..." the process which led to the confession is i am sure a torturous one.

michelle, the tomboy from school is a hot shot chef at the Oberoi...she once played a prank on me in school where she fed me a cake made of toothpaste. haha. i got nearly suspended for not squealing on her. we would rebel against the nuns by rolling down our socks and wearing skirts shorter than the required length. it was fun pissing them off. somehow i would always land up in the batch or class that was most infamous and had to invariably forfeit picnics and camps. so we'd get taken to these crappy gardens or a softdrink bottling plant or the aarey Milk colony..the best trip was to the planetarium...it was the only celestial experience i have had so far.

so as i hear, batchmates from school have got married...some have become mothers...some have eloped. wow!! a lot does happen in a span of 5 years. Whatever happened to Women's lib??

also met JB uncle for a reference letter. JB uncle...my neighbour for almost 10 years...JB uncle who put up a notice saying, "forget the dogs, beware of owner" haha. JB uncle...who has seen me ever since i was like 2 and a half feet high...(haven't grown much since though)

Jb uncle..hmmm, if we ever had like a 'best dad' competition i am sure the kids in the colony would have defintely voted for him. he always knew how to make us kids have a good time. would take us on drives, tell us stupid jokes...

when in college he coined the phrase, "assholes of the world unite..you have nothing to lose but your farts" hahaha. so that was jb uncle. and when i met him yesterday, he had grayed a little more, his voice had grown deeper, and we talked about the politics and the economics of this country. well, some change of topic that....