The only time I've taken up a job, knowing nothing about the person hiring me, was while being interviewed inside a swanky multi-storied spa that a gentleman from Bhopal owned in Bombay. Yeah, that's where he met me, sitting in a den of an office, within that spa — flanked by a young woman on either side — asking if we could start a newspaper from scratch, in two weeks' flat!

Because the astrologer told him so. There was this typically Indian upstart/start-up swag about his well-groomed, bejewelled persona. Something he repeatedly verbalised with, "Arrey, don't worry, sab kuch ho jayega". Meaning, putting together a newsroom, production nuts and bolts, distribution, marketing, et al, before Dussehra!