Jewels
Journalism requires great dedication every single day in its profession, which I was providing at that time. Sometimes blood and sweat is also required.
Me after working twelve years in the journalism world had made me deadly furious. And the victim of my inner rage and frustration were the employees in the office.
Even politicians, businessmen and local goons were afraid of me more than the administration and the Ambedkar's constitution.
To remove the load of you thinking me as a man of principles, let me tell you,
Sometimes, somewhere, somehow, some dollars would give them some relief against me as i could not resist myself from taking those amount as gift. But in that situation filled with corruption everywhere and in every department , I was the least worst journalist. The journalist who had started fighting for women empowerment and their rights, the so called feminism nowadays.
One fine night, me and my close friend Biru were jamming in the balcony of my home. And soon as expected, we were one bottle down and had started talking about shitty laws in our country which were just rust. BC,MC were given enough weightage during the conversation.
I don't know when i slept but out of sudden, I heard doors getting knocked from outside. I opened the door and I saw that Biru was still there, but this time he had tears in his eyes. I just laughed at him saying, " That's why I say- if you can't digest." He had come with a news.
Cut to:
Next day I was reporting my channel as usual. I had to report the news that a girl was raped and killed previous night. The girl happened to be Biru's niece and a journalist's daughter. Yes, it was my daughter Sheetal. My profession didn't let me even cry that day. What would an audience think if I would cry. They would just say, " You couldn't make a change earlier and why are these Crocodile's tears now?"
Now, a year later, Life is not the same which I had dreamt of. My daughter was neither getting into college nor even she is here to wake me up in the morning.
All I say is, there is no need to protect your sister/daughter, they are jewels just provide them what they deserve. Teach them how to fight on their own. It may save few.
Me after working twelve years in the journalism world had made me deadly furious. And the victim of my inner rage and frustration were the employees in the office.
Even politicians, businessmen and local goons were afraid of me more than the administration and the Ambedkar's constitution.
To remove the load of you thinking me as a man of principles, let me tell you,
Sometimes, somewhere, somehow, some dollars would give them some relief against me as i could not resist myself from taking those amount as gift. But in that situation filled with corruption everywhere and in every department , I was the least worst journalist. The journalist who had started fighting for women empowerment and their rights, the so called feminism nowadays.
One fine night, me and my close friend Biru were jamming in the balcony of my home. And soon as expected, we were one bottle down and had started talking about shitty laws in our country which were just rust. BC,MC were given enough weightage during the conversation.
I don't know when i slept but out of sudden, I heard doors getting knocked from outside. I opened the door and I saw that Biru was still there, but this time he had tears in his eyes. I just laughed at him saying, " That's why I say- if you can't digest." He had come with a news.
Cut to:
Next day I was reporting my channel as usual. I had to report the news that a girl was raped and killed previous night. The girl happened to be Biru's niece and a journalist's daughter. Yes, it was my daughter Sheetal. My profession didn't let me even cry that day. What would an audience think if I would cry. They would just say, " You couldn't make a change earlier and why are these Crocodile's tears now?"
Now, a year later, Life is not the same which I had dreamt of. My daughter was neither getting into college nor even she is here to wake me up in the morning.
All I say is, there is no need to protect your sister/daughter, they are jewels just provide them what they deserve. Teach them how to fight on their own. It may save few.
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