I have bad luck.
On most first nights people do nothing.
I've just got off a two-hour flight, am very sleepy and stagger in to work straight from the airport.
I call various police stations. They tell me everything is "shanti".
And then I get a call about Naushad being probably pardoned. About my having to "quickly put on some make up". Quickly wear a jacket. Quickly call the head of the Foreign Affairs desk (who politely asks me to tell someone to watch us so that all this endeavour is not in vain). Quickly get in studio.
Very quickly realise that we're now live on air after a Breaking News sting, my first ever, and no one was kind enough to cue my prompter. So my prompter is showing me some story about gangsters in Mumbai while I... should be talking about Naushad.
Sniff.
I want to go home to Bangalore and eat onion sambhar.
