I don’t think anyone at Tabloid did any work today—all everyone could talk about was the great blogger revelation. Ragini was not in, which was to be expected. But Sinha came in about midday and behaved like nothing happened. He discussed the coming week’s edition with some people from his team, laughed about Rakhi Sawant’s new antics with others and then I saw him laughing again with Ed in the latter’s office. Sinha’s laughter and his casual attitude made me really, really angry.

Ragini’s my friend—even if she said those nasty things to me yesterday. To see the man who has caused so much pain—to two women—just nonchalantly laughing away made my blood boil.

While Virgin Bride—I better find out her real name now that everyone knows she’s Sinha’s wife—wrote about him on the blog, the videos only had Ragini’s face. Somehow, people were totally overlooking the fact that Sinha had shot those videos. I wish none of it had happened but now that it has—why should Ragini suffer the humiliation alone?

Whatever respect Ragini had from her colleagues—most of it grudgingly—seems to have been lost overnight. There were times today when I wanted to hide somewhere. Like the incident with the tech team—

The tech department desks are near the toilets and there’s no avoiding them if you go to the loo. Since the toilets cannot be shifted, women reporters have often requested the tech team be shifted elsewhere. The complaint has been that whenever a woman reporter—especially a younger, prettier one—passes by the tech desk, the men suggestively start watching pornography on their computers.

No one has been able to prove it, though. There had been an enquiry once—though unsurprisingly, the techie who was supposed to ‘search’ computers for downloaded or watched porn, gave his colleagues a clean chit. And the girl reporter who insisted on the enquiry had been fired for raising false allegations.

I had been coming back from one of my many toilet trips—I’ve been peeing so many times!—when I (unfortunately) happened to look towards the tech team. The only girl on the team seemed oblivious to everything. She had huge headphones on and didn’t look up from her monitor. The rest of the all-male team was pointing at their screens and high-fiving each other.

I looked at one of the monitors and instantly wished I hadn’t. Someone had made a flash video and it was playing on all their screens—Ragini, bare-breasted, sweating, bouncing away … One of the men moved his mouse and pointed the cursor at the screen-Ragini’s mouth—she moaned and all the men whooped. Another moved his mouse rapidly up and down and the screen-Ragini started bouncing faster, her breasts flopping—the men laughed even harder.

‘No!’ I said it before I could stop myself. I wanted to break their computers.