Just got a call from somebody who described himself as a journalist from the Times Group. He called because he's doing a story on Calcutta bloggers below 30.
He's got to be one of the most arbit interviewers ever. Kept interrupting me every other sentence. So after a while I started letting him talk, interjecting a question now and then. (What, I've done the journo stuff too!) And then he gets all upset asking who's doing the interviewing. So I pointed out nicely that he was and I would like to be allowed to talk, being the interviewed. Not that that worked.
He was so defensive. Told me twice that his opinion didn't matter -- did I ask? Couldn't name a single blog he's read, including this one. Didn't want to write about bloggers from JUDE. Well, not to sound all JUDEan, but if most of the young, better-known Calcutta bloggers just happened to be from that *shiver, gasp* institution. Beats me why, but there you have it.
So if you leave out all bloggers above 30 and all bloggers from JUDE and all bloggers who are not widely read, dear Shivaji (if that was your name), you don't have much of a story left. As I tried to tell you nicely, before you got on my case. And yes, it's extremely annoying if somebody keeps interrupting me to say that I don't sound very enthusiastic about talking to him.
I have interviewed and been interviewed plenty in my life so far. This has got to take the cake as the second worst. (Beq, remember the worst?) For some weirder reason, he got all coy and upset when I finally cracked and asked him how old he was. I try to give all kids a break but honestly, not if they keep on insisting on being stupid on my time.
I wrote this far and then called up the Rimi. And found out she'd been through him before I did. All is explained. All is practically forgiven. Come back Shivaji, your mother (and munna, didun and Bapi) miss you.