Scene: The front balcony in the morning. Kymaia is lounging in the sun after her run and chess, and reading the newspaper (we only read headlines as yet; we shall graduate to the smaller print later sometime in this year) as she waits for her Marathi class with Alka Aji.
Kym: ‘How do these people know the news, Baba?’
Baba:‘They have special people called journalists that go and gather the news from across the world. These people travel, meet others, ask questions, photograph, and send back the news of the world. The editor then decides which one is important as well as urgent and where it should be printed in the newspaper based on its importance and urgency. Then, the publisher prints it and we receive the paper to read.’
Kym: ‘How do we know they are telling the truth? Sorry, I am asking too many questions today, Baba.’
Baba: ‘Not at all. I hope more people around the world asked themselves this very question: How can I be sure that what the newspapers and magazines, television and social media tell me is true? The world would indeed have been a better place’
Kym: ‘Baba, I want to be an editor when I grow up.’
Baba:‘Why not a journalist?’
Kym: ‘Because the editor decides what to print and where to print. So, she must be really really smart to be able to tell what is true, what is important, and what is urgent. I want to be smart.’
Baba:‘I don’t know about smart, Kym. There are many smart people in the world. I am sure you are smart and will only grow smarter as you grow. My fond hope is that you remain this honest, for it is integrity that is lacking today, not intelligence.’
Kym: ‘I didn’t understand this, Baba.’
Baba:‘Don’t worry. You will. When you grow up.’
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This is my space. To ramble, rant, or ruminate. You are welcome to join me. You can see more of me here. I am an IAF+Air India brat (my father and my kid brother, both have donned the wings of the Indian Air Force) growing up in cantonments across the nation, and attending 12 schools before graduating as an Electrical Engineer from Pune University in 1994.
I speak, read, and write English, Hindi, and Marathi (in that order of proficiency), and am very active on social media (mainly Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn and lately, Threads and YouTube too), though I do not engage beyond first or at most second level comments. My philosophy for writing can be found here.
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Was to ride to Kolapur for a meeting. Motorcycle punctured. So, back home to change and take the car. Misbahji says she'll come. So, passing time on Reddit as I wait for her to be ready.
Am amused at the youth today. We were so much more relaxed. And our parents so much cooler!
Dear @PuneCityPolice, I tried creating a login to lodge an online complaint on http://citizen.mahapolice.gov.in, but your system is not letting me do so. When I called the number, it connected me to CID, who said they could not help. Why give citizens a facility they can't use?