Eighteen years ago today I joined the Indian Express as an intern. And through months of unpaid work, years of really poor salaries, stints of awful employers and 14 years in a country that’s struggling with free expression, I have never really regretted my choice of career.
Very early on, I took to heart an advice given by a very dear mentor (you know who you are): Loyalty should always be to your profession not to your employer/organisation.
I’ve modified that a bit to include: and even if someone else pays your salary, you still should work only for yourself. So yes, 18 today, and I still don’t feel so grown up. Everything is all new and exciting; and I still don’t know when to shut up.