A Ruined Saturday (Why every journo must read 8 newspapers a day)
 A Ruined Saturday (Why every journo must read 8 newspapers a  day)
Follow us:WhatsappFacebookTwitterTelegram.cls-1{fill:#4d4d4d;}.cls-2{fill:#fff;}Google NewsLightning does not strike the same place twice ... cool ... I almost buy that argument ... but how about MANY lightnings (?) striking together??? ... hark back to 0700 Saturday, 31st December, 2005 ... here was I ... looking forward to a family lunch ... on my day off ... and there was some (GRRRRR) reporter of DNA ... bursting on to the front page with a report of an (extremely unfortunate) incident of rape ... on MY turf ... then came the lightning bolts

1. the DNA article was read but (oops) ignored (including yours truly) by all

2. but ... sabse tez (had to be the b***ers) read, digested and acted ...

3. "breaking news" (never mind the incident took place on 28th night)

4. Assignment: "Hello ... Hello ... Sapta ... is the Bombay office sleeping" (well ... we were trying to ... till u guys rang with the bad news)

5. crisis ... where are the crime reporters ... Chatterji??? in Bangalore
Singh??? kidney stones
Khetan??? special projects
Gopalakrishnan??? hoping to raid a strip party in the middle of the night (note that we have them from alll parts of the country)

6. me: stutter ... stammer ... "guys, we dont have a reporter available at the moment" ... actually we had two already on the job ... but the Big Boss wanted the big guns to fire ... that .. or else face his Fist of Fury

7. by this time ... faecal matter has collided with the roto-ventilatory device (ask me for a translation)

bottomline: RUSH TO WORK ... NOW NOW NOW

wife: (at restaurant) ... must you go
me: its my profession
wife: even the cops get holidays
me: lets not discuss this ... bye

bump into bro-in-law as i stumble out ... leaving behind the smell of Chelo Kebabs ... and an infuriated family ...

sorry darling ... next Sunday (promise) ... unless DNA finds something else going wrong with our megapolisfirst published:January 01, 2006, 15:13 ISTlast updated:January 01, 2006, 15:13 IST
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Lightning does not strike the same place twice ... cool ... I almost buy that argument ... but how about MANY lightnings (?) striking together??? ... hark back to 0700 Saturday, 31st December, 2005 ... here was I ... looking forward to a family lunch ... on my day off ... and there was some (GRRRRR) reporter of DNA ... bursting on to the front page with a report of an (extremely unfortunate) incident of rape ... on MY turf ... then came the lightning bolts

1. the DNA article was read but (oops) ignored (including yours truly) by all

2. but ... sabse tez (had to be the b***ers) read, digested and acted ...

3. "breaking news" (never mind the incident took place on 28th night)

4. Assignment: "Hello ... Hello ... Sapta ... is the Bombay office sleeping" (well ... we were trying to ... till u guys rang with the bad news)

5. crisis ... where are the crime reporters ... Chatterji??? in Bangalore

Singh??? kidney stones

Khetan??? special projects

Gopalakrishnan??? hoping to raid a strip party in the middle of the night (note that we have them from alll parts of the country)

6. me: stutter ... stammer ... "guys, we dont have a reporter available at the moment" ... actually we had two already on the job ... but the Big Boss wanted the big guns to fire ... that .. or else face his Fist of Fury

7. by this time ... faecal matter has collided with the roto-ventilatory device (ask me for a translation)

bottomline: RUSH TO WORK ... NOW NOW NOW

wife: (at restaurant) ... must you go

me: its my profession

wife: even the cops get holidays

me: lets not discuss this ... bye

bump into bro-in-law as i stumble out ... leaving behind the smell of Chelo Kebabs ... and an infuriated family ...

sorry darling ... next Sunday (promise) ... unless DNA finds something else going wrong with our megapolis

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