About 24 years back, after motorcycling across India for 6 months as a voluntary mechanic with an international group (I will skip over the part covering loud rampant sex or riding dead stoned); I was unable to sit in an office cubicle again. So I took up on my ambition of becoming a journalist except that sans an MA degree in English or a Mass Communication diploma, I wasn't going to land a gig in any local publication even if I had the writing skills of Harold Robbins. So I started freelancing to build up a portfolio, which was writing 2000 words for 250 rupees and trying to cram it with at least 3 photographs as I was paid 100 per image. In a few months, my articles became a regular front-page feature on the supplements of the largest local English daily of the region. One of my ardent fans was a professor of Linguistics or was it Folklore, from Gauhati University who always complimented my pieces whenever he met me. One day he asked me from ...
Sharing my thoughts, rants and experiences from my life, from the world of Innovations, waterways, river safety with occasional burps on the corporate world-their freeloaders and scams… I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but alas the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...