Ink in my veins : literary reminiscences / by Cecil Hunt. - Version details - TroveIt is said that a politician is presumed to be dead after he stops opening his mouth. Similarly a journalist, to prove that he is alive and kicking, has to keep writing. Surendra Nihal Singh, one of the doyens of Ink Street, has come out with an interesting autobiographical account of his heyday. I remember meeting him for the first time some 50 years ago when Acharya Vinoba Bhave was leading his padyatra to bring about a change of heart among the outlaws of the Chambal Valley. The hub of the Acharya's activities was Agra not far from the notorious Bah and Morena and it was there that Nihal Singh, handsome and suave, landed up from Delhi.
Ink in My Veins
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Nihal Singh, about his journalism career which spanned from the time of Jawaharlal Nehru to Manmohan Singh. Ink In My Veins: A Life In Journalism , gives readers a ringside chair to observe and analyze some important developments that occurred in India and around the world. Apart from scandals and political intrigues, Singh also shares many anecdotes about his life, both in India and outside. Some of these are revealed with an air of nonchalance, while others will cause readers to sit upright in their seats. For instance, Singh candidly mentions his experiences as the only turbaned boy in school which will definitely elicit a smile or two from readers. At the same time however, Singh does not hold back when talks about his exploits with the opposite sex.
For me, the middle is the hardest part of all of my projects. When I am uncertain which way to go, I just write. The trickiest part is turning off my internal editor, but it is necessary to move the story forward. Sometimes, the words produced on those most frustrating days get deleted. Other times, those words become a new idea or a new direction…just what I needed for the 'middle'. So true, Chrissy. I do that too.
Not just another personal memoir This book is an autobiography of an eminent journalist, S Nihal Singh. The book, in detail, mentions the challenges witnessed by India then and now. Kathmandu chronicles A little boy in Kathmandu only has the memory of a story his father told him over and over again, from the time he was just six months old until the latter passed away, when the child was five years old. The nameless child does not even know the name of his father or mother. He only knows their clan names from two countries that seem distant.
Nihal Singh is a charming Sardarji, though he shed his turban and long hair when he was in his late teens. He was born in in a well-off family. Nihal wanted to be a doctor, but chose journalism instead. He started at the bottom as an unpaid trainee and rose to be the editor of four newspapers, three in India and one in Dubai. As a correspondent, he met and interviewed dictators and feudal lords, presidents, prime ministers and other celebrities in India and abroad, and provides some good quotes. He was buggered when he was a school kid. He married a Dutch girl in Amsterdam and surprised his parents in India by introducing her as his wife.
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