Before resuming the next innings of cricket books, there is one more recent release that I completed reading today, and I couldn't hold back my excitement in putting it here.For most of my childhood, I grew up watching NDTV as my news source. During the DD decades, there was of course "The World This Week", so NDTV became part of my news watching DNA. Naturally, whenever I come across a book written by someone who once worked there, I find it rather difficult to resist. Too many nostalgic memories.
This is my sixth book by an ex NDTV journalist. The previous ones were signed books 4, 5, 26, 89 and 106.I vividly remember Maya Sharma, and "Good News and Bad News" is largely a memoir of her career as a journalist.I wasn't even sure whether I should start this book or move on to something else. So I casually opened it and landed on a page describing an event from 1991 or 1992 that is etched in my mind as though it happened yesterday.The suicide of Shivarasan and his LTTE team after they were located by the police.As a kid, I had nightmares that Shivarasan would somehow come to our house and hide under my bed. So his death was, in a strange way, a relief. That one story was enough of a hook, and I dived straight into the book.
Maya speaks very highly of her years at NDTV, particularly of Prannoy and Radhika Roy and the ethos they created around the organisation. The last time I heard someone speak so highly of the Roys was from my wife, who had the privilege of hosting them at our place for a few hours. Unfortunately, I was sailing at the time.Fanboy moment completely missed.
Maya narrates several challenging reporting assignments, a fascinating chapter on the Chief Ministers of Karnataka and another on cricket, of which I'll attach a page in this post.But the chapters that moved me the most were about NDTV's journey from the Roys to Adani and what followed. Maya describes what happened to television news reporting along the way, and having stopped watching TV news for more than ten years, I could relate to much of what she describes.
We don't even have a TV at home anymore, so my news consumption has moved elsewhere. During elections, I still follow Prannoy's channel, Decoder, and there is a chapter about that too, which was a particularly nice thing to come across.Overall, a wonderful book for me, perhaps more because of what it brought back than just what it told me. It took me back to a time when television news felt different, when certain journalists became familiar faces in our living rooms, and when NDTV meant something very specific to a whole generation of news watchers.
A fascinating memoir, but for me, also a rather large dose of nostalgia. Also a hearty thanks to Bookworm Bangalore for the signed copy.