What I actually want to happen now. xD Somehow, after Friday's episode, my love for Kabir has come back with vengeance.
OS - I Am Not Kabir Sharma For Nothing
This case was going exactly as I expected. Malvika, wasn't quite pleased with my closeness with Bhavna. Manav thinks he is irritating me by teaming up with Ananya. Khalid is playing his cards with caution. He thinks, I can't figure out the game board he is framing in his own office.
Monopoly doesn't work anywhere. I know this. So does Khalid. He doesn't want my powers to grow exponentially, so, is feeding Manav with more freedom of choice.
He doesn't understand though. In fact, nobody in this office understands, every damn needle in this office moves because I allow it to move.
A laugh escaped my throat, at the naivety of the people in this channel.
I could have run Ananya's story, I wanted Manav to do it. It wasn't an inexplicable fancy of mine, to not run that story.
I get more research and analysis done on our viewership than Khalid does. Well, his employees do it. I go through it, and get the work moving accordingly. He or even Malvika cannot get beyond numbers.
I can. I am.
I found Manav's slot suitable, so made him run it. Well, I went about it arbitrarily, because, that's how I am. I cannot be expected to change my methods because there is an adamant, childish reporter working here. I won't be surprised if Ananya Kashyap never makes it big. She is way to sentimental to be any good anywhere. On the other hand, Richa, who may not have an imaginative mind, is very efficient and thoroughly dependable. She may not get to the Editor's chair, but she could do well for herself.
Trisha amuses me.
The look on everyone's face, when I brought Apurva Shroff to the newsroom for an interview, was laughable. If I could capture everyone's facial expressions live, I would have done so. Alas.
If it weren't for Ananya Kashyap, poking her nose in a story that wasn't hers, I would have resolved it much earlier. But, then, that would have been boring.
And, boring irritates me more than anything else. That, is my worst enemy in this planet. Not Manav or Khalid or Ananya or anybody else.
Arguing with Manav, getting on his nerves, watch him dance to my tunes, while thinking he is fighting me, and he is standing up against me, is just too much fun for me to stop doing it. That is what is interesting, sitting on the Editor's chair.
Same goes for Ananya Kashyap. I find it engaging to show her, her place, every time she comes in with a supposed story of hers.
Name the devil and the devil appears. Miss Know-it-all decided to come and talk to me now. Her posture and facial expression tells me she is coming in to apologise for her misconception about Bhavna. And, I am not wrong. This is going to be so damn boring. The same thing has already happened once, she could have just recorded it last time, and sent an audio to me. Would reduce the boredom. I could at least criticize her on her audio quality. I knew I had a smirk on my face, which irked her, but she was at the receiving end, yet again.
"Yes, I want you to work on the Kapoor story. Take Richa along. She has some sources there."
"Yes, Sir. I'll do that. I just came in... to say ... sorry. I apologise for my mishandling of the Shroff case."
I could barely contain my laughter. I liked to win. But, winning is boring, I do it all the time. The reaction of the loser what makes it manageably less boring.
"When you refused to give me Mahi's story, I told you, you were childish. You were impulsive, and capricious. You still are. I was wrong though. You are also a very poor judge of human character. Sometimes, in fact at all times, we journalists work on instinct. We show the mirror to society. But, we decide how people see and perceive what we show them.
People's opinions depend on our interpretations and misinterpretations. If you judge a person wrong, they may face flak from the general public. No one likes being defamed. You will get away with it the first time, may, the second and the third time, but the fourth time, no one will treat you kindly. Aur paanchwe baar ki gunjaish hi nahi rahegi."
"I am not Kabir Sharma for nothing."
"But, I am quite pleased with you too." She did seem surprised at this. Poor girl.
"You didn't fail to meet my expectations. I knew you would act instinctively, and wrongly." I declared, and saw surprise change to shock to dismay to anger. I lay back in my chair, and waited for the tirade to begin. I wasn't wrong, but was I ever?
"Sir, I understand I was wrong this time. But, that doesn't mean I'll be wrong all the time and forever. I'll learn. After all, people only learn from experience. I am sure, you would have had to learn a lot of things too, to reach where you are today." She exploded.
"You need to be open to other people's opinions and their thoughts to learn, Miss Kashyap. Closing all the windows and doors to experiment on your own, will not help. And, well, you are not me." I finished.
"Get out."
I closed my eyes lounging on the chair, waiting for the door to click.
The End
A/N - Tell me who Kabir reminds you of to earn more brownie points. LOL.
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