As a  child, I didn't' really have any dreams and aspirations about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Childhood consisted mainly making full vasool of playtime and devoting some time to lessons and text books after being hollered at by the parents. I was hopeless at both Science and Mathematics. There was no way that I would grow up to be a doctor or engineer or have a career related to any of those subjects. My parents were both voracious readers and instilled in me a love for books.    A Basketful of Surprises by Enid Blyton gifted to me by dad, is a book I can clearly remember reading. There was no turning back as I turned into a voracious reader, reading various genres  from detective to romance, skipping horror and science fiction.   Somewhere along the way, in my late teens I began dreaming of becoming a journalist. Somehow I saw it as a very glamorous and exciting job. The long hours that I would have to...