As I watched television, channel after channel vivisect the death of one of our biggest movie stars, Sridevi – my heart swelled with pride. These intrepid band of news hounds refused to be reined in by the token-dignity of death, right to privacy, and most heartening of all, facts.
I do realise that facts have a certain sentimental value to them, but true journalism cannot afford to be sentimental. It can on occasion be ‘mild and nice’, but getting bogged down by restraint and truth is just a lot of old-fashioned humbug.
Good journalism is about letting your imagination run unshackled and unfiltered – with all the creative license of a WhatsApp forward on hydroxyl drugs. Never let the shortage of facts get in the way of reportage.

