I cannot help but recall the chilling events of last December when a 23-year-old Delhi-based physiotherapy student’s life was snuffed out in yet another instance of gender violence that now dot newspapers with alarming frequency. A happy wedding was not in her destiny.
“I’ve never been just a journalist,” says Minty Tejpal, blowing away a puff of smoke at his parents’ New Delhi apartment. “Besides, journalism today bores me. Besides Tehelka – which is a bit incestuous considering my brother and sister work there – I don’t really find anything in journalism interesting any more.”