I have been a proud journalist for most of my life, but for brief phases when professional pitfalls such as a delayed promotion or a psychopathic boss forced me to ponder whether pursuing a profession considered of higher calling was worth the pain. I have, I must say, somewhat relapsed into a similar, contemplative mode over the past few weeks. Ever since Bollywood star Sushant Singh Rajput was found dead in June, the media drama around his untimely death has given the hallowed principles of journalism a noisy burial. If Sushant’s death—whatever the cause—was tragic, what followed has been no less a disaster. It has left practitioners like me disturbed and dismayed.