I had seen him with religious marks and in a traditional dress. Last week, I saw him with a tattoo on his arms, diamond ring piercing through his ears, branded shirt and a forced accent.
“What happened to you?” I asked in bewilderment.
“One has to go global buddy. You should not remain a frog in the well. Enter the sea and explore,” he advised.
“Good idea,” I replied and remembered how Joe Crasto, my sports editor in the former newspaper, used to chide me for entering the office in jeans, T-shirt and not formals.
I always thought journalists were free birds until MBAs and marketing sections took control of editorials and some newspapers started selling news columns.
“Is it too late for people like us in late 40s to join the gang?” I asked the guy.
“Just change your accent, put on a tattoo, talk businessman language and if possible, get a girl friend,” he listed his ideas.
“Can I start in the reverse order?” I asked, when he replied, “You better remain a frog in the well.”