For almost a decade, Ive been feeling something of a misfit in Indian journalism. Ive bellyached about it to my friends but secretly wondered whether the fault did not lie in me. I was, after all, growing older. Perhaps I no longer understood the concerns of educated Indians who were, after all, much younger than me. The last nine weeks have left me both reassured and disturbed. Reassured as theyve shown me that the problem does not lie with me; disturbed because I no longer know whether Indian journalism has any sense of direction. The turning point for me was the indictment of Hansie Cronje for match-fixing. It is now two months since that piece of dirt hit the fan but not a day has passed when the story has not been on the front page of every English (and doubtless non-English) daily.