If I would not have heard this story on my own, I wouldn’t be ashamed to be a journalist as I was two days ago. A doctor told me this real story and since then I am feeling like I should be ashamed and pity myself for all my life. Sometimes you are not aware of the things happening in your profession. Sometimes they unfold as gentle as a silk and sometimes as a bundle of a barbed wire. We had gone to Kanha National Park for Tiger Safari. In our excursion group we had a doctor from Jabalpur.
As soon as we reached Kanha, heavy downpour began and electricity went off. We were sitting in the verandah of our guest house, listening to deer and barasingha bleating. I and this doctor picked up a conversation about professions. Me a reporter and this doctor from Jabalpur, started sharing our experiences. What I heard next was the biggest blow to my ego and my face went down in shame, maybe…
