Sequel of Last Post-The Story Starts From Here

Dear Friends Seniors, and Gurus,

First of all I will thank all of you who have called me after reading the post. Some were bit harsh in their tone. That’s fine chalta hai….I know I am throwing stone at a pillar-less glass building. Some pebbles of glass are also destined towards me. Only one, Manoj da commented on the blog. Even a senior of me from media fraternity reportedly commented on the comment of Manoj kandher as “Sundhi Sakhi Mattal” (the drunkard witnessing in favor of the hooch dealer). It happens…. At least (who were bit harsh) have unknowingly acknowledged that they also have the knowledge about the smell of liquor…..

Let’s come to the point again------ Why the Number of Accredited Touts is N-1 in Odisha? I will answer this question in two parts.

Part one---- Was ever News sold by any newspaper in Odisha in its history? If yes what is that news and if no what the so called journalists are doing for years and what is being taught in the journalism colleges?

Part two----If all in media Industry know that there is a vast difference between printing costs and selling price, how the number of media houses is increasing at an increasing rate? For what reason, every real estate company and engineering or technical institute is a part of the bee line to have news paper?

The part one of the series will be on Valentine’s Day to wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day

Why The Number of Accredited Touts is N-1 in Odisha

I left journalism forever on 11th august 2006. Why there is the question of leaving? Was Odia Media depedent upon me to survive? Was my absence ever felt in any media circle for a fraction of second? To be honest enough NO. Hence, the word leaving(as if i was an icon and my absence created a void that is yet to be filled) is completely absurd. As an IIMCian I came here with some exaggerated dreams(none but me nurtured it), worked 13 months in two reputed media houses and left when those exaggerated dreams shattered.

I was working as a staff reporter in the newspaper of the person who is considered as the center of power in Odisha for last 11 years. And, the package was 13K which was atleast 5 times higher than a journalist with same experience of that time (2005-2006). Still........ I left/quitted/forced to quit/could not cope up.

I realized the fact completely that i can not make an inch of change to the dimension of the system even if I was a part of the system at that time. Here, two things take their own course. One is law(of Naveen pattnaik) and another is the PR and Ad collection(?)strategy of the News paper MANAGEMENT.

Still i did a favor(unknowningly) to Odia media industry for which the historians while documenting the history Odia media industry might face a problem. The problem is why the number of Accredited Touts is N-1?

The name of the blog is Shades of Moringa. Yes, I am that Moringa tree who was unable to give shelter to others but had the guts to collapse before being counted as a fake Teak. In the next two posts, I will answer the title of the blog in an ellaborated manner. It might hurt many...... but who cares the Shades of Moringa

COMING SOON----Legalized homosexuality….. What about Rape

Legalized homosexuality….. What about Rape

Why it is Shades of Moringa???

What’s in a name…. still why the name Shades of Mringa? It suits me, my personality, my writing style and the life I lived till date. I often say to my friends, “If you are seeing me, you are seeing the mirage”. Like all my friends, I see life through light. But unlike them, I always love the dark patches equally which get reflected as beautiful images.

Writing seduces me like an addiction. She touches my never-ending grief with a sublime kiss. When she grips my heart, her garden flourishes with millions of red roses blossoming out of my pain. She motivates me to ask again and again-when love is crazy. And sometimes she blasts and provokes me to say- let the sky fall and let we all fall.

Then I have no option left except being helpless. I become a vagrant in the array of brightness and dark patches portrayed by her. And I start my futile efforts to capture and correlate them all.


I have collected the characters of this blog from my proximity, from you all. Here are your slaps and unconditional love in as-it-is format. The flowers you have showered are as precious as the stones you threw.

If you can recognize your alter ego in one of the characters, it will be the uniqueness of them only. If you can’t- “the Shades of Moringa never offer shelter to anybody”- I am prepared to hug this blame without a second thought.