I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way! –
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way
Bal Thackeray left the Free Press Journal when Ananthanaryan Hariharan along with a few others mainly South Indians (including, some say, George Fernandez) to start a newspaper owned by readers. In those days when Nehru’s socialism was the talk of the town, Hariharan would revolt against “... the treacherous curbs on thought and ideas imposed by the overlords of the press .... (that) has made a mockery of the freedom of press.” Thackeray was the cartoonist as well as the man who could had useful contacts. The team worked eighteen hours a day without salary. By this time Bal Thackeray was married (I have not yet found the wedding day of Bal Thackeray) and had his last son Udhhav Thackeray. By September 1960, Newsday was bankrupt and had to be suspended. Thackeray, and others to seek jobs elsewhere.
When men of a certain sort, ladies,
are in love,
though they see the hook and the string,
and the whole apparatus
with which they are to be taken,
they gorge the bait nevertheless
--they must come to it
--they must swallow it—
and are presently struck
and landed gasping.
William Makepeace Thackeray (WMT) had the fortune to be born into his family fortune just as Bal Thackeray had the fortune tob born into his father’s fame. There are other similarities. WMT was not interested in academics leaving university at the age of eighteen, met Goethe during his travels abroad, tried studying law and gave it up. He came into his inheritance at twenty one, gambled most of it away squandered some of it by financing two unsuccessful newspapers which he thought he would write for, lost his remaining fortune due to collapse of two Indian banks, tried professional art to support himself. He settled down at twenty-four after marriage and three daughters when he was forced to write for a living.