Reading a few stories offhand from a newly-spawned daily run by a business house that deals in everything from real estate to cooking masala, I realised that it's been almost a decade that I have been part of this profession. With some very good writers. With some great reporters, sensitive photographers and brilliant artists. With some excellent critics and editors and outstanding designers. But mostly, with some less-than-mediocre "professionals" who are, again, very good at pandering to egos.
Given that, I am thankful that I do treat this as my day job, with my music being of prime importance — and not the other way around. I consider myself an average writer, less-than-average artist and just a beginner with the lens. I also know for a fact that diplomacy and sucking up to get things done is not part of my character, and they never will be; it's rather late to change that character shortcoming.
Why am I still in this profession, then?
Because I love to write. It really is that simple.
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