Two years I worked as a business journalist. Then one weekend, I packed my bag, headed home (Poona), flicked my dad's videocam and headed for the much-talked about NH7 Weekender Music Fest. Had been planning to write something equities-unrelated for a long time, and this was it...my high-point at Reuters.
Everyone loves you when you're media. Though I'd have been much happier being on some small stage somewhere playing music, this was a memorable experience...my 13 minutes (which I've compressed somehow for your viewing pleasure) with Imogen Heap.
The previous night, she'd performed at the Dewarists Stage, bouncing about in a Black and White Satya Paul saree. I'm not sure I paid much attention to her performance, most of it I watched on the stupid little screen of my camera, but it's always overwhelming when there's a huge crowd and celebrated anticipation.
Then the next day, the kindhearted Bacardi gang granted me a one-on-one. I was ecstatic...happily devising ways to include this in my CV.
Well, she was warm, funny, animated and quite open and clearly still thrilled about last night's performance...what can I say, I's media!
