so stirred a revolution (something of that sort) in the reporters' room yesterday. my fellow reporters have decided to take up the red flag against the desk, with Babu, ( from the land of strikes of course) to take the lead, and they have dubbed me as General Secretary, George Fernandes of the mutiny. so now, I have to take up the cause of the shoddy treatment of reporters at office.

lots of things set to happen at work, shifting to a new office, will be reporting to a new person, writing for the main publication, etc etc. everybody says this is a good move i am yet to arrive at an opinion of my own. the only high point of this move, is that i do not have to explain the meaning of silly things like 'donor passes' to the desk anymore.

so took on seniormost thackeray in Monday's morning edition. to tone things down, i reported on an arrest warrant that had been issued against him. thought twice about taking a byline, and finally mustered up the guts for it. thrilled to bits after it appeared. after all this the is the level of excitement that i can contain at 22!!

so how do you react when you call up a resident with a consumer complaint and he says, " i cannot discuss this on the phone, because the Interpol is tapping my phone." ..after a long silence, i ask, "why?" the reply, "because i have been associated with osama bin laden." to cut things short, meeting delusional people is part of my exciting career.

totally off track...i want a zonkboard!!