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As Good As It Gets...

From the first moment that I thought of becoming a journalist, I had heard the name Christiane Amanpour (thanks to my well-read brother). Back then, I had looked at him like a fool and he said in his 'you-dumbass, you should be better read' condescending voice that his so like elder-siblings, "You wanna be a journalist and you don't know who Christiane Amanpour". It felt like the "yeh PSPO nahi janta ad".

And today, I got a chance to share a byline with her. She had sent a story from Baghdad and it had to be written and visually edited here, since I did all that and voiced it, we shared a byline.

And everytime, its a big story I'm in a mortal fear that someone or the other would scream at me. And true enough a little later I heard an loud questions on how and why did I dare to share a byline with Christiane Amnapour (as if I chose to do it, I was told to do so by our Foreign Editor).

And just when I wanted the earth to open and me to be swallowed in and wondered why on earth did I offer to do the story...my knight in shining armour came in, not only did he send a mail saying that this kind of stories should be done more often, he said in front of the entire office that he really liked it. Oh God! Why didn't time just freeze then? He looked and mentioned my name and said, "You did it right? I liked it".

He knows my name!!(squeal, squeal) The above mentioned sentence is just rewinding and playing in my mind over and over again...Big B you are the greatest!!

For I had the time of my LIFE....

This is as good as it can get...I guess...Thanks to the God of small things and the God of All things....

We are not even on air now...the kick of small joys.

Mein yahan tukdo pe ji rahi hun

Swear man! Can't believe that coming from him such a small things seems so Good!

Having mental visions of being in the Oprah Winfrey show and saying,"You know when I started....people doubted me....)By then, I'm a hi-profile journalist who covers wars across the world. (Why can't i feel like that, AIR rejected Amitabh Bachchan for Gods sake!)

The promise of perfection...

The mirage shimmers on...
The promise of perfection...
The hope of a distant dream coming true...
The will to make it work no matter what...

The hope flickers...
The effort becomes vain...
The realisation that nothing can make it work...
And the pain of dealing with that realisation.