Another one from that idiot, george koshy of the cnn-ibn fame

My city is burning... so many bleeding;
Hearts weeping and I'm still flying...
A fly on the wall... just watching;
Flying from one wall to another.
Unable to cry along; unable to share a shoulder.
A hand lend out is scanned for a boom mic;
They think I'm a foe... they think I love to see them cry
And also think I lack a heart!
Always blamed for saying too much!

But, I was there too...
Scared as much as you were; yet determined to fly on
Dodging the same bullets that you did;
Breathing-in the same smoke you did
The pain was there, the emptiness too
I lost as much as you did too
My faith in so many things...
My leaders my guardian angels my neighbors too
But I'm still flying on and forever will too
'coz from one wall to another I hit glass too
And there I lay motionless; looking for help
Unable to even call out...

But seeing me there you turn around
And find a path that hits no transparent harm
And as I get that breath back I fly on
To another wall from where I look on
And to see you safe and egging on
Simply drains away that swelling tear
Gives me the joy that drives me on
And I go on flying... from wall to wall!

Mumbai city is burning. And this time it's not the iconic man-made structures; but the hearts and minds of each Mumbaikar. It happened when not one of us expected. It hit us where it hurt most and it left a wound that'll maybe someday heal. But I'[m sure is; the scar will remain forever though..!

Day-1
A call from my colleague Yogita Limaye at 10:00 pm, there's been a shoot-out at Leopold cafe in colaba... could you find out more? Even as I try finding out, she texts me that she's in any case leaving for the spot with a camera unit; her hunch says it could be important.

Information already meanwhile trickling-in of more gun shots being reported; this time from the Mumbai 'Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus'. Most television channels too getting into breaking news mode...this had to be major...!

And that's what put us all into an alert mode... each of us calling-in our sources even as 'assignment' alerted logistics, fleet... each of our video-journalists too starting to call-in and enquire if the situation was bad and they needed to come-in.

News started coming in even as I traveled to the spot; the possibility of a gang war between two Nigerian drug-mafia. But CST? How could the situation have reached CST?

10:20 pm and we have confirmation from my colleague Toral Varia that it is not a gang-war but a full-on attack. More news trickling-in by the second. A blast at vile-parle? An attack at the airport? There seems to be some trouble at Oberoi Hotel. The air reverberating with sounds that seemed nothing other than fire crackers; at times maybe even a cracker-bomb.

CST road seemed blocked. There was a crowd rushing our way; also some commotion seemingly near CAMA hospital. I head towards the other side. Let me check GT hospital first. This place seemed to be operational for disaster a management long ago because they'd already setup people to prevent the media from entering. Any information from there seemed highly unlikely; we move towards METRO. Policemen lined-up all along the way; each of them with drawn pistols and ready-to-fire sten-guns. Most of them on their tether ends already. "Hands-up karo!", came an order even as we approached them. One wrong move, someone would have definitely 'pulled-it'.

At the Metro junction there seems to be a bunch of police and our scribes. Gun shots get wilder. We're asked to move away and even as we walk 15 feet a police car pass us; we hear gun shots behind us and a huge commotion. And there we turn back to see two people fallen down. One hurt another dead already as we rush back. We realize this is now for real.

Hours turn into moments even as I and my video journalist Manish Dubey travel from one spot to another gathering info from passerby, the police were too wary to talk. The message that one of their vehicles have been hijacked had shaken them too.

The Oberoi, Santacruz, Mazgaon, Vile Parle , Vidhan Bhavan... news seemed to be trickling-in from everywhere. No one seemed to be knowing what and where and when and how. All that we collectively knew was times were bad. Each one was to fend for himself. It wasn't the time for jokes; the Taj was burning, the injured were being brought-into hospitals by the dozen.

Was this another serial blasts? Then what were armed gunmen doing in the open? Finally the Qualis with the armed men seemed to have been abandoned at Nariman point near the Vidhan bhavan and a Skoda car used to move further. A hot chase and there was one dead terrorist and another captured alive.

A huge explosion at Colaba. A petrol pump's on fire already. Confirmations from two of my colleagues here Prachi and Raksha both having heard it. A simple hop skip and jump for here; Raksha Shetty already in her bed sits up and within seconds is out on the streets escorted (for her own safety) by her husband Karan.

This probably only the beginning even as each of us reporters set the meter down - there was no turning back. This was it, the real thing our city was being attacked and we were on adrenalin. The wails of the passing ambulances even as I moved from the Trident/Oberoi to Colaba. A few locals agree to take us to a building opposite the Nariman House. We recce the place but find it too risky to stay. We head back. We see forces reaching. Hardly any solid fire-power yet. It's been an hour since the grenade explosion already.

Raksha stays on... and I move to the Taj Mahal hotel. And the sight sends a chill down my spine. I'm at the backside entrance and there're the Anti-Terrorism Squad personnel all with drawn guns and taking guard, a fleet of ambulance and fire brigade vehicles... amd most shocking: the sight of the burning hotel.

First the fire and then the huge amounts of salt-water will the structure's beauty ever survive? Well then the numbers spread - more than 50 people possibly dead already. Don't actually recollect when the Day 1 turned into Day 2 even as I scouted for someone who'd have some inputs. Chances of two people having scaled the pool-side gate late evening being the 'trouble makers'. The first casuality aswel; a hotel guard and his guard-dog.

Day-2
Firing continued. The fires that had broken-up still continue to rage and almost took mid-early morning to be put out. Meanwhile it seems like a wait and watch between the security agencies aswel as the terrorists. News of the presence of RDX inside come through. In other places too the stand-off continue. The army's trying it's best to penetrate the defenses of the terrorist. Confirmation comes-in of the presence of more than two terrorists at each of these places. The presence of the army has created speed and emergency in the process but a big break though still needs to come by.

It definitely seems a tough road ahead even as the terrorists keep moving in and out of locations with ease. An inkling even to the fact that they are familiar to the topography of the hotel really well. Were they insiders at the hotel? Did they recce the place earlier? Only the security agencies will tell us this later.

Meanwhile a stray bullet ricochets on the pavement space in front of us and injures one bystander and two journalists; including a lady photographer. Things quickly come into perspective. The Hollywood movie that was unfolding in front of our eyes in this wide 360 degree canvas quickly turn a reality. Suddenly the enormity of the dangers standing there near the frontline seeps into the psyche of the reporters aswel as all the media personnel present there. Everyone quickly duck to the ground bracing themselves to the stone pavements of the gateway. That was a close shave indeed.

More fires, which we later will realize are being setup by the terrorists themselves most of it as a diversionary tactic and also to keep the security agencies busy. Even as the heritage building of the Taj slowly burn, we can't help remembering the beauty of the priceless artifacts inside. The exquisite carpets, the antique furniture, the priceless painting, the enormous numbers of books in the rare library. This is a part of history these terrorists were destroying.

A connection meanwhile being established. Agencies pointing fingers at the LeT (the Lashkar-e-Toiba with it's well known affiliation to the Al Qaeeda. Reinforcements being brought-in from the agencies. The NSG (National Security Group) steps in, one terrorist was already meanwhile arrested alive.

This drama was just getting bigger by the minute. What was supposedly a gang war in had converted into a high octane drama playing itself on live television throughout the world. The world was watching closely even as Press personnel from across the world descend on those rough-cut stone pavements of the Gateway of India. More fires even as hostages are rescued by the minute from all the three flash points - the Taj, the Oberoi aswel as the Nariman Building.

The drama at the Oberoi ends. Nariman building is still poised delicately even as conflicting reports come-in of the operation ending; even as fresh and unexpected gun fire begin allover again. Night fall brought with it a separate set of adrenalin rush. More gun shots each time reverberating from a different location. At times from the hack of the building, then towards the belly; sometimes from a top floor at times from somewhere close-by.

NSG commandos slowly were lining themselves near the periphery of the corner facing the Gateway of India. It seemed they'd cornered the terrorists somewhere on the first floor. The Wasabi Restaurant in all probabilities. Even as heavy firing and counter-firing continue through out the night we noticed a pattern of lights being flashed into the sea from the window at Wasabi. Was this some sort of a morse code? Did they have an accomplice outside? Questions that'll hound me forever.

Day-3
More fire power from both sides all through early dawn. All of it followed by a series of explosions- grenades exploding in quick succession. A raging fire breaks out; this time at the Wasabi. Sad but the reality we realize is- the damage is extensive. The restaurant has been gutted down. The fire officials are then moved-in. Even as the NSG commandos storm the restaurant from the other side. ATS officials providing the back up along with the army.

Even as the fire slowly comes under control smoke quickly fills-in. Looks highly impossible for anyone to have survived the fire and smoke and all of sudden then a face outside one of those windows. A terrorist tries to lob a grenade at the officials standing down below - he is shot - and the body falls down onto the pavement. Then-on the security personnel bore a contented look, a sense of relief, some ven on their cell phones - one of them overheard saying "ho gaya, mein theek hoon" (It's over, I'm fine).

Was this truly the end? Seemed like and a 'lil while later we realize it is... what a night it had been, one that would stay etched in my mind for time immemorial. The people, the place, each moment of it all. My city had been attacked by people I didn't know. My city was also rescued by people I personally didn't know. Even as I remained a mere spectator to the drama unfolding in front of my eyes there were sms'es that came in by the galore.

Of public anger and frustration. Some blasting politicians for playing the regionalistic card - even as your goons continued sleeping it was the jawans from 'outside' who saved the day (the message read; if put mildly). A general anger a raging frustration; this was happening time and again and those doing it wasn't being sent a stern message. It is not OK..! a clear message have to be sent - a message strong enough to be a warning to anyone else who'd ever think of pulling-inn a stunt like this.

Even as I returned home my heart still stays there. Bodies were being taken out by the dozen. The stench of death hung strong through out the hotel. I was returning home safe and sound. But there were so many hearts in so many homes that was weeping. Entire families wiped out, mothers lost, fathers lost, children lost...and all of it without a warning.

I cannot put in words the sorrow, the disgust in my mind for the leaders who were to be our guardian angels. They've failed me time and again. Every time I thought they'd buckle-up they've fallen flat on their faces. It is far from frustrating; it is outright disgusting. And more so the pain 'coz I know it's my vote that brought them were they are.

I'm looking for leadership, someone who'd take charge. It's so easy to put-ijn papers, resign and except the blame. Everyone's still playing the vote game. Mumbai city has been plastered already with pictures of our brave police officers. Each political party vying with the other to share the grief. They don't need your condolences. What they need is for you to make their sacrifice worthwhile. These families have given away their husbands, their sons and their fathers so that we stayed safe.

Plz don't let their sacrifices go in vain. What can I do about it? Well, as a journo; someone would call it irresponsible. I don't care..! really truly I don't..! I am just not going to cast my vote this time.....Simply 'coz I really don't see anyone worth wasting this one on. You give me a leader and I will...!

I could have been me or anyone of us lying there dead. But it was someone else...With a silent prayer for all those who died for me. Our hearts reach out to those parents, wives, husbands and children....May the Almighty give you the strength. May God us the strength as a nation to stay united in grief and move as one with resilience. God Bless us all...

The mud slinging is almost funny.....

The mud slinging is almost funny.....

Rajdeep Sirdesai- a man who thinks sun actually comes out of Aamir Khan's backside. The interview he had with Khan and resulting publicity he gave for considerable number of days looked as if Aamir was his idol god. This was a time when fanna was banned in Gujarat during the support Aamir gave to Medha Patkar regarding Narmada water going to Gujarat and other states. Patkar has always been against water reaching Gujarat and the issue of settlements for those affected only came afterwwards. It is this person Medha that Aamir was supporting. It is very surprising to see that a respected organisation like CNN being affilited with 3pence outfit like ibn.

Rajdeep Sirdesai- a man who thinks sun actually comes out of Aamir Khan's backside. The interview he had with Khan and resulting publicity he gave for considerable number of days looked as if Aamir was his idol god. This was a time when fanna was banned in Gujarat during the support Aamir gave to Medha Patkar regarding Narmada water going to Gujarat and other states. Patkar has always been against water reaching Gujarat and the issue of settlements for those affected only came afterwwards. It is this person Medha that Aamir was supporting. It is very surprising to see that a respected organisation like CNN being affilited with 3pence outfit like ibn.

Look what I Found: Good Bad or Ugly?

The Night Reporters.......!!!
-By George Koshy (CNN-IBN)

For someone, comparatively new in journalism and also fresh from a print background just the idea of a grave-yard shift gave me the jitters. the first question that apparently hits you is how to keep track of any news when calling up your sources at this insane hour could very well be risky enough to lose them.

One thing you make sure is to dig up all the music cd's and books that you may have wanted to read for a long time but never really could find the time....what better time than,when you are on the night shift. Just the time, to catch up on all of these.

Someone suggests calling up the control room and keeping a track on things...but two nights down the line and you realize there are more things happening on other channels than anything the bored sleepy cop on the graveyard shift would ever mumble to you between animated yawns.

And then you happen to talk to a reporter from another channel...and this nice soul promises to alert you to anything he comes to know...Quite a relief I must say...just to know that you are not on it alone....and then finally on the fourth night you get an sms...a fire somewhere.....you are completely woken up from the mild slumber that creeps in from doing nothing...

You wake up everyone else...the logistics, the cameraman, the driver...and everyone else you find sleeping around...just to put up an air of urgency...and emergency...and most of all a plain attempt at showing off that...hey dude...I finally get a chance at some action. You rush to the car....and between frantic calls to the reporter who gave you the news, you remind your driver to drive faster...sooner and also remind him that he's now driving for a news channel and not for some saab who's anyways bored of getting back home after a party.

You reach the spot and the first thing that hits you is the plethora of cars from other channels that are also parked there and a few, following you through the same narrow lane...and lucky you, the incident is a mild/minor one to really report anything...A final attempt(considering you were the last one to reach the spot) to get the administration heads to give you a bite on the issue.... and then you start chating with the other reporters...A discovery in the making for you..... this new community........the community of Night Reporters

A pleasant bunch in themselves......after the initial ice-breaking...the focus is then shifts to where to go from there.....one suggests the "usual place" the other suggests a place he's newly discovered...another suggests some really cool place to eat. And finally the destination chosen on consensus.....The fleet of cars now move to the decided destination. This time around....the Sea Face at Worli.

It's quite a party with some having brought their "dabbas" from home and with the chaiwallah on the cycle, making a decent buck. It's quite a nice experience......jokes.....experiences and the like do the rounds. On-camera guffaws etc...the clichés.....common industry talks.........all start doing the rounds...and then comes a whistle.....it's the the cop on his mid-night beat.

Out to make a quick buck from this "mixed group of college students making a ruckus on the sea-face", the havildar hits the ground with his 'lathi' and comes rushing, yelling for everyone to clear the place...and then all of a sudden his heart misses a beat....as he notices from the corner of his eyes, the cars parked next to the jolly group...he gives them a second look...this time over....a close one......and he notices the "PRESS" stickers with the company logos on all of them

"Ha sagle media walle aahe" (These are all people from the media) his partner mumbles to him...and then in a manner that could put a school kid caught stealing a cookie...to shame, the cop does a complete turnaround and smiles at the group....comes over, inspects the food being devoured upon......and in the most innocent voice asks, "kai kartoye..??? Jevan challalele aahe kaai?" (What are you doing..?? Eating?). And this sudden softness, only because he sees that we are a group of journalists.

A couple of chais down and someone suddenly reminds us of the silent sounds of hunger creeping in our tummies...and the next venue....DADAR Railway station......and a couple of newer discoveries....bun maska.....midnight pav bhaji or bhurji pav....and the best of them all....succulent Chocolate chai...(ever heard of that anyone...????)

Fed and content....and with a promise to call and be alerted incase any news breaks in the next few hours before dawn, the late night party breaks.....and you return back to office.......content and relieved by the thought that there are more eyes out there with you....hunting for news....a group you simply call the "Night Reporters"

Look what I Found: Good Bad or Ugly?

The Night Reporters.......!!!
-By George Koshy (CNN-IBN)

For someone, comparatively new in journalism and also fresh from a print background just the idea of a grave-yard shift gave me the jitters. the first question that apparently hits you is how to keep track of any news when calling up your sources at this insane hour could very well be risky enough to lose them.

One thing you make sure is to dig up all the music cd's and books that you may have wanted to read for a long time but never really could find the time....what better time than,when you are on the night shift. Just the time, to catch up on all of these.

Someone suggests calling up the control room and keeping a track on things...but two nights down the line and you realize there are more things happening on other channels than anything the bored sleepy cop on the graveyard shift would ever mumble to you between animated yawns.

And then you happen to talk to a reporter from another channel...and this nice soul promises to alert you to anything he comes to know...Quite a relief I must say...just to know that you are not on it alone....and then finally on the fourth night you get an sms...a fire somewhere.....you are completely woken up from the mild slumber that creeps in from doing nothing...

You wake up everyone else...the logistics, the cameraman, the driver...and everyone else you find sleeping around...just to put up an air of urgency...and emergency...and most of all a plain attempt at showing off that...hey dude...I finally get a chance at some action. You rush to the car....and between frantic calls to the reporter who gave you the news, you remind your driver to drive faster...sooner and also remind him that he's now driving for a news channel and not for some saab who's anyways bored of getting back home after a party.

You reach the spot and the first thing that hits you is the plethora of cars from other channels that are also parked there and a few, following you through the same narrow lane...and lucky you, the incident is a mild/minor one to really report anything...A final attempt(considering you were the last one to reach the spot) to get the administration heads to give you a bite on the issue.... and then you start chating with the other reporters...A discovery in the making for you..... this new community........the community of Night Reporters

A pleasant bunch in themselves......after the initial ice-breaking...the focus is then shifts to where to go from there.....one suggests the "usual place" the other suggests a place he's newly discovered...another suggests some really cool place to eat. And finally the destination chosen on consensus.....The fleet of cars now move to the decided destination. This time around....the Sea Face at Worli.

It's quite a party with some having brought their "dabbas" from home and with the chaiwallah on the cycle, making a decent buck. It's quite a nice experience......jokes.....experiences and the like do the rounds. On-camera guffaws etc...the clichés.....common industry talks.........all start doing the rounds...and then comes a whistle.....it's the the cop on his mid-night beat.

Out to make a quick buck from this "mixed group of college students making a ruckus on the sea-face", the havildar hits the ground with his 'lathi' and comes rushing, yelling for everyone to clear the place...and then all of a sudden his heart misses a beat....as he notices from the corner of his eyes, the cars parked next to the jolly group...he gives them a second look...this time over....a close one......and he notices the "PRESS" stickers with the company logos on all of them

"Ha sagle media walle aahe" (These are all people from the media) his partner mumbles to him...and then in a manner that could put a school kid caught stealing a cookie...to shame, the cop does a complete turnaround and smiles at the group....comes over, inspects the food being devoured upon......and in the most innocent voice asks, "kai kartoye..??? Jevan challalele aahe kaai?" (What are you doing..?? Eating?). And this sudden softness, only because he sees that we are a group of journalists.

A couple of chais down and someone suddenly reminds us of the silent sounds of hunger creeping in our tummies...and the next venue....DADAR Railway station......and a couple of newer discoveries....bun maska.....midnight pav bhaji or bhurji pav....and the best of them all....succulent Chocolate chai...(ever heard of that anyone...????)

Fed and content....and with a promise to call and be alerted incase any news breaks in the next few hours before dawn, the late night party breaks.....and you return back to office.......content and relieved by the thought that there are more eyes out there with you....hunting for news....a group you simply call the "Night Reporters"

the latest news channel cnn-ibn led by rajdeep sardesai is simply fantastic.
they are introducing new concepts which are really eye catching and intersting.
but the jealousy shown by ndtv is clearly evident. havent u guys noticed that whatever cnn ibn shows ..immediately u can see the same concept in ndtv. looks like prannoy roy is scared that cnn ibn will become the best news channel in few months and ndtv will be left nowhere.
ndtv's only good shoe-the big fight has also become useless after the boting vikram chandra has taken sardesai's place....
cnn ibn is the ultimate news channel..wait a go-sardesai!!!!!!

full form of ndtv - nonsense, demiening, tormenting visuals

ha! nice Chicken Noodle News. and that too just when you thought things couldn't get any worse than NDTV with Sardesai, along comes this news channel with [adjective deleted] Sardesai that combines the worst of CNN and the very worst of NDTV. how worse can it get?...

(oops, a clarification) i think CNBC and NDTV are not too bad, CNN/IBN and HeadlinesToday are just freakin' tabloid-ish (sensationalism). Times Now - i havent been watching too much (i think its new , isnt it?)

i posted a reply on the broadbandforum and a comment on the broadbandblog but looks like its gone for moderation coz it has a link :-) you should "stay on topic", separate your need for media-bashing from the need to bring awareness of this broadband hassle to the mass audience:

(ps: yes, i do think these tv channels like CNBC, CNN/IBN, Headlines Today, Times Now, NDTV etc are just second-class tv-tabloids overall compared to the real-deal CNN, BBC), but some of their shows, tech show, connekt, gadget guru etc, do have some good spots on them:

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instead of people haphazardly contacting these people willy-nilly, wouldn’t it be neater if you gather/organise the message and send it to the media people you are in contact with? let them review the scenario and think about how they want to present it on TV…

it will be a massive win for the consumer (you n me) if this whole ‘broadband starvation’ topic gets mainstream (common man) awareness :-)

it doesn’t have to be a big splash, like some shocking expose or anything… let it at least start off somewhere, maybe a small item on one of the tech shows (Connekt on IBN, Tech Show on CNBC, Gadget Guru or NDTV, then there’s headlines today) who knows if they decide to do a “themes” or series, call it “Broadband India”, where every week they pick a subtopic to discuss.

i’ll be so happy if this topic starts to gradually come up on say CNBC or their other CNN/IBN channel :-)

(oops, a clarification) i think CNBC and NDTV are not too bad, CNN/IBN and HeadlinesToday are just freakin' tabloid-ish (sensationalism). Times Now - i havent been watching too much (i think its new , isnt it?)

i posted a reply on the broadbandforum and a comment on the broadbandblog but looks like its gone for moderation coz it has a link :-) you should "stay on topic", separate your need for media-bashing from the need to bring awareness of this broadband hassle to the mass audience:

(ps: yes, i do think these tv channels like CNBC, CNN/IBN, Headlines Today, Times Now, NDTV etc are just second-class tv-tabloids overall compared to the real-deal CNN, BBC), but some of their shows, tech show, connekt, gadget guru etc, do have some good spots on them:

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instead of people haphazardly contacting these people willy-nilly, wouldn’t it be neater if you gather/organise the message and send it to the media people you are in contact with? let them review the scenario and think about how they want to present it on TV…

it will be a massive win for the consumer (you n me) if this whole ‘broadband starvation’ topic gets mainstream (common man) awareness :-)

it doesn’t have to be a big splash, like some shocking expose or anything… let it at least start off somewhere, maybe a small item on one of the tech shows (Connekt on IBN, Tech Show on CNBC, Gadget Guru or NDTV, then there’s headlines today) who knows if they decide to do a “themes” or series, call it “Broadband India”, where every week they pick a subtopic to discuss.

i’ll be so happy if this topic starts to gradually come up on say CNBC or their other CNN/IBN channel :-)

if the issue is independence I am happy am independent.

if the issue is independence I am happy am independent.

Independence is important. I value it more than anything else. Indeed, I hate taking orders. When I was working during those graveyard shifts and had to go through performance appraisals, that was the most irritating time I faced. Instead of doing something constructive, we were forced to go through the rigmorale.

Independence is good. You become aware of your own responsibilities...
Though on the flip side, there aren't many who would be willing to stick out their necks.

well... that is the reason why i left my 'secure' job to venture into the unknown where their is probably no future for a lazy guy like me to be successful in the long run. but it's better on the mind and heart to do what i want to do without any idiots telling me to do what should be done... and as people have told me, it works well.

I have a personal feeling..seeing the media and the kind of crowd it caters too that having much IQ is a necessity.

If you ahve an IQof around 20- you become a camera man...
Less than 20, U d even become a better cameraman who swings the camera from side to side and cant hold it steady..specially in Tech shows...

If u have IQ of 30- you'd become a reporter. So, you'd have "breaking news"...

More than 30- You'd be a news reporter and the most visible face on TV...
More than 40 and you'd be a news caster and even have a blog of your own.

Sushubh, sorry. U dont belong to any of this category. You an definitely an overkill for such an organisation. I really doubt whether you can join "such a company". Salary wouldnt have been a bar. But it would be serious maladjustment problems with those people who haven't yet learnt to breathe in fresh air to their brains...

Maybe, you'd just land up in a graveyard with zombies et al and having moth eaten brains from years and years of disuse.

should i apply for a post in that company? they won't be able to match my current salary however. :( tough luck...

CNN- Chicken Noodle News...
IBN--ummm I cant say anything.

Everyone claims to be with a "difference"; even BJP was a party with a difference. Rajdeep Sardesai, who loves to call the RSS as khakhi nickerwallahs, must be definitely squirming at the way his "baby" has turned out to be...a FREAK.

As for the content module...ahhh. Word Press isnt good for them. Open Source anyone? Thankfully Microsoft hasn't developed a serious rival to Word Press.

Independence is important. I value it more than anything else. Indeed, I hate taking orders. When I was working during those graveyard shifts and had to go through performance appraisals, that was the most irritating time I faced. Instead of doing something constructive, we were forced to go through the rigmorale.

Independence is good. You become aware of your own responsibilities...
Though on the flip side, there aren't many who would be willing to stick out their necks.

well... that is the reason why i left my 'secure' job to venture into the unknown where their is probably no future for a lazy guy like me to be successful in the long run. but it's better on the mind and heart to do what i want to do without any idiots telling me to do what should be done... and as people have told me, it works well.

I have a personal feeling..seeing the media and the kind of crowd it caters too that having much IQ is a necessity.

If you ahve an IQof around 20- you become a camera man...
Less than 20, U d even become a better cameraman who swings the camera from side to side and cant hold it steady..specially in Tech shows...

If u have IQ of 30- you'd become a reporter. So, you'd have "breaking news"...

More than 30- You'd be a news reporter and the most visible face on TV...
More than 40 and you'd be a news caster and even have a blog of your own.

Sushubh, sorry. U dont belong to any of this category. You an definitely an overkill for such an organisation. I really doubt whether you can join "such a company". Salary wouldnt have been a bar. But it would be serious maladjustment problems with those people who haven't yet learnt to breathe in fresh air to their brains...

Maybe, you'd just land up in a graveyard with zombies et al and having moth eaten brains from years and years of disuse.

should i apply for a post in that company? they won't be able to match my current salary however. :( tough luck...

CNN- Chicken Noodle News...
IBN--ummm I cant say anything.

Everyone claims to be with a "difference"; even BJP was a party with a difference. Rajdeep Sardesai, who loves to call the RSS as khakhi nickerwallahs, must be definitely squirming at the way his "baby" has turned out to be...a FREAK.

As for the content module...ahhh. Word Press isnt good for them. Open Source anyone? Thankfully Microsoft hasn't developed a serious rival to Word Press.