Ran over a man's foot. Have been driving like a woman possessed recently, so skidded to a halt at red light after mad race down road. A/C on, windows up. Man ahead of me was gesticulating wildly, but I couldn't hear so I thought he was having an ainmated conversation with the scooter driver. Then I noticed I seemed to be figuring a lot in the conversation; he kept pointing at me and waving to me. Then i figured my tyre had held his foot so I had to back off his leg while he bent down and held it in pain. Thankfully the lights turned green.
All journalists seem to blog about meeting senior journalists and the future of TV journalism. But I haven't met any senior journalists recently, cos bangalore doesn't make that kind. And I;m not in Tv anymore. So what do I blog about?
