In journalism, mindless courage can seriously bring you laurels. Your IQ may be that of a tomato. And your command over langaage might be that of a hominid. But if you have the balls to poke your nose into someone else's business and get a sensational new scoop, they'll tell you that you're worth your weight in gold. Remember that scene from Godzilla? The cameraman almost got flattened, but held on to the camera and got his shot. He barely escaped with his life. But he got all the high-fives and the slaps on the butt at the office.
I, for one, start trembling at the sight of the dogs near my office which bark at me, when I drive home at 3 AM.
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
