It was almost ten years back that I got admission to the journalism and mass communication course at Bombay University. The admission process was tough, but my test article on ‘The future of communication and media in India’ was somehow selected as the best. My marks were nothing great to talk about, still, they were good enough for the University.
My parents were reluctant to send me to a journalism course. I had shattered their dreams of IIT, IIM and NRI life. But they still harboured hopes of some change in my decision. They kept buying application forms to various institutions and entrance tests, hoping to entice me with the offer of big money and fame.
It certainly did not help that I was alone in my career choice as all other kids in my locality and those of my parent's friends wer
