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CHAPTER
13
The
story so far:
“Cheers”!
They both enjoy coffee over discussions about work and the superficial women he
had met in Delhi
Cyrus
is attracted towards Tara and her friendly behavior; Tara enjoys all the
flattering attention she gets from Cyrus.
The day
passes very pleasantly for Tara….
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The
lift opens onto the landing outside Tara’s office. Motwani, the editor, looks at Tara out of the
corner of his eyes, with agitation and anger brimming in him, as he walks
towards his cabin. She is lost in her own thoughts about the talk show, with a
smile spread across her face. He stomps harder at each step. Tara looks up in his
direction. The instant she sees the agitation on his face, a look of triumph creeps
up into her face. She gives a broad smile. She knows what’s going on in the
editor’s mind. Motwani increases his
pace, enters his cabin and shuts the door behind, leaving Tara to smile
sarcastically at the name board on the door.
Motwani
sinks into his executive chair impatiently, leaving it to roll back a few
inches. He pulls himself close to the table. He loosens his tie and rolls up
his neatly ironed sleeves in anger. The thought of being arm twisted by Tara makes
him seethe from within. “How could she?” keeps echoing in his mind. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. Just
then the phone rings.
“Hello.
Motwani here” he says.
“Eh Motwani, Potwani, or whatever your name is.
I am sure you will remember me for the rest of your life.” The person at
the other end of the line says.
‘Who
is this?’ asks Motwani.
“Could be your angel or even your demon.
Depends on how you respond” says the strange, metallic voice.
“Who
are you and what do you want?”
“Do you understand how much trouble you have
invited by telecasting that news?”
“Can
you be specific? Can you tell me who you are and what you are talking about?” asks
an already agitated Motwani, losing his cool, like steam evaporating off a hot
plate.
“What made you publish that news about a Minister
from our party? Did you know which Central Minister’s path you were crossing?”
asks the voice belligerently.
“Are
you talking about the news that got telecast yesterday, involving a photograph
clicked by Jennifer?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you telecast news
about our Ministers every day?’ the voice asks not shedding a bit of the
belligerence.
Without
giving Motwani a chance to answer, the voice says firmly. “Do you want your news channel to be closed down and your office in
smithereens? Do you want your daughter to be our guest? Or do you want to meet
us personally? Do you know how much we
are spending to win this election? We have to win it. Do you think we will allow your news channel
to come in the way of our victory?” he pauses.
He
continues “Where is the photograph? Where
is that photographer girl?”
“I
have no idea. This news was brought in by one of our reporters. I don’t have a
clue about the photograph.” Motwani stutters, as fear masks his face. This isn’t the first time he is receiving such
a call, but the mention of his daughter has shaken him thoroughly.
“You don’t want to know what the photograph
is about. Better for you that you don’t even
try. That Jennifer might not come back to light at all. We will sue your news
channel for defamation”.
“Okay.
What’s the deal?” Motwani comes to the point.
“That reporter should not be allowed to
investigate any further into this matter. I don’t care what you do to keep her
out of reporting.”
“Okay,
I will see to it that she quits the channel.”
“Publish an apology stating that a reporter
has broadcast false information and the reporter is being thrown out of the
organization” he demands.
“Okay.”
“Mansi. I like your daughter’s name.” he
laughs. “Anyway, I hope you understand the gravity of the situation.”
“I
do” Motwani says to the beeping sound at the other end as the call is
disconnected.
He
presses three numbers as hard as he can. “Tara, come to my cabin.”
“May I come in?” asks Tara, as she peeps
into the editor’s room.
“Please.”
he says with a plastic smile.
‘Ms.
Tara Dutta, the great journalist, who brought us false news about a Central Minister”
he says as she sits down on the chair opposite him.
“What do you mean?” asks Tara, sharply.
“That’s
going to be the headlines tomorrow, Ms. Dutta. We are going to issue a note of regret
for the news we published about a Central Minister being inadvertently false.’ says
Motwani with a smile purposely widened to irritate Tara.
“Why should we? The news is genuine.” she
says.
“Why
can’t we?”
“You don’t have the power to”.
“You
are right. I don’t have the power to publish that. But I do have powers to
snatch the talk show from your hands and ruin your career.”
“I will escalate this to the boss.”
“Can
you? Do you think the boss would listen to someone like you, with no track
record of achievements or would he listen to me, an editor who has given the
channel enough TRP? Do you think giving
a single one liner as a news item without any follow-up will make you the most
valuable resource of a 24*7 news channel? I think you should ask for a refund from your
journalism school. They have taught you
nothing.” Sarcasm cuts through his tone.
Tears
well in Tara’s eyes. Anger blinds her
vision. The heat of anger turns her eyes
and ears red. Tara stomps out of the
cabin, swinging the door out, harshly.
A
few minutes later, Tara barges into the editor’s room without excusing herself.
She places a sheet of paper covered in
her handwriting on his table.
“Mr. Naren Motwani, if a 24*7 channel doesn’t
consider a person as a good resource just because the editor doesn’t like her, let
the matter rest. This isn’t the only
news channel in the whole world. My journalism school has taught me enough and
instilled a little bit of self-respect in me. I am deeply indebted to them for also teaching
me ways to tackle idiots at work. I am
not referring to you Mr. Motwani” she adds seeing him going red in the
face. Next moment she walks towards the
door.
Holding
the door open, she turns back and says with a wide, forced smile“Please get a refund from your school for not
teaching you even a bit of fairness. Good Bye!”
“Ah..!’
he sighs. “Why do I need a refund? They have taught me well to manipulate
people into doing what I want them to”. He laughs looking at the neatly drafted
resignation of Tara.
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Nice dialogues Ganga! You have written well and I love the drawings you have included too :)
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ReplyDeletei likey this motwani guy.. such an evil brat... this is getting interesting
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ReplyDeleteA very good description of career routines, conflicts in official life especially media careers. Tara’s feelings and emotions have been highlighted in an exemplary manner. The exchanges between Tara and Motwani sound so realistic!
Well written dialogue. The normal threats media persons face today is well highlighted. The news presented in the present days is never checked before going in air. The showdown comes to an end and Tara in a jiffy leaves a note and walks away
ReplyDeleteFantastic twist and office politics is clearly highlighted
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