When I did it for the first time
13 Aug 2009 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: FBT, first time, journalist, newspaper, personal tax, Union Budget
Man, it happened all too soon. You know, it was not meant to be. That was not what I had asked for. But I had to give in. The circumstance was just too hard and I was physically so weak to protest. That was my very first time at it. I was nervous, unsure, intimidated and extremely hesitant. But I guess it just had to happen. I was acquainted with the principle of pain and pleasure. So, I bore it all, without a whimper or a whine. I simply went ahead, heart in my mouth, to bear all the pain.
Well, that was my first stint and will perhaps be my last ever, with writing about taxation without understanding it. I had just re-entered the business of blabbering through newspapers that day. I had walked into office when journalists were sleeping and peons, sweeping. Had finished off the formalities too quick and had waited, hoping to scoot off for a sinful DBC that evening, to feeling euphoric about bouncing back to life. And my oh-so-rosy reverie was rudely shattered when Pranab Mukherjee’s Budget was supposed to be dabbled by me as well, on that fateful day. To understand just how fateful it got, is best reserved for the sorest imagination. Or maybe its not too hard to imagine if I tell you how much I hate anything to do with money. It gives me the jitters, my brain stops functioning, my words get economical, ok! And then, about a little more than 24 hours, much to my horror, I got my very first bylines for DNA for two stories – issues to which I had, all my life through, turned my big fat ass! Turning my ass, I dint think would end me up in so much pleasure some day! 
FBT and all here and some more here.
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