Journalists are Emotional Cannibals!

Here is an excerpt from a column by the Director of the movie “Ek Khiladi Ek Haseena”.. this part is very striking! read it.. isnt it true?

While in Varanasi, I spoke to locals who couldn’t care less about the controversy. I even paid to meet a prostitute, who was a widow. She was 65. Her daughter and grand-daughter were in the trade too. At that time, her grand-daughter’s virginity was being auctioned. I sat in a dark one room jhuggi with a hard sand crusted floor on a folded mattress as the woman, and her daughter told me their story.

I never wrote the story because at the end of our conversation, the daughter said, ‘You may not have had sex with us, but you still paid for our story.’

That was the day I lost interest in journalism. I am admitting this for the first time. My late father was a journalist, my mother is a journalist and so is my younger sister. It is a noble profession. But that day, I saw myself as an emotional cannibal.

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