the dotcom diaries - iii

to hide one's incompetence takes an inordinate amount of skill. there are tricks one can use, of course. screaming at co-workers, for one; remembering inane details like birth dates in the vain hope of impressing them, another. and then there's the inevitable 'i've been doing this for twenty years' rant, which never fails.

so the younger men and women cower, hoping they come out of this with some semblance of knowledge gained. and the older men and women mutter into their computer screens, aware of their position, powerless or in connivance.

and the years roll on, with no one calling the bluff. until the moron in question retires, or is finally asked to go away so someone with talent can take over. when that happens, there will be plaudits. and chocolate cake. a great con job, this. the joke that is journalism in india.