It certainly won’t be construed debatable, if I were to address Rajdeep Sardesai,
a romantic by heart.
The word may seem clichéd, used so often, but what else
can be used 2 describe a man who loves to recall, if not listen to, some old all time classics before hitting the
bed.
Confirmation, if needed, also comes from his unstinted
support to a brand of cricket played in whites, which still embodies romance
for the middle-aged, but a sheer waste of time by the younger brigade, at times
headed by one’s own children (like my daughter!).
Much like many other romantics, Mr Sardesai does seem to be living in the past. Still fantasising about a world full of idealism, where good arguments and `uninterrupted’ nice debates can still clinch the TRPs. Though his delegation policy, as I hear from my friends in his org, ensures a meaningful, diversified flavour, and end-of-the-day satisfaction.
But here I am not talking about the programmes, which I find quite decent. But what I wish to focus on, is his living in the past. In pursuit of some non-achieveable dream. And this is reflected in something else.
(More to follow)
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