Simon Cox

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  • Studentship: London School of Economics, 2001-02
  • Internship: The Economist, 2002

I was in Delhi when I applied for the Marjorie Deane studentship in the spring of 2001, and I am living in Delhi again as I write this. So you might think that Marjorie’s generosity has made little difference to my life: I am back where I started. But that would be very, very wrong.

Back in 2001, I was loitering around India on the shallowest of pretexts. I remember knocking on the door of The Economist’s bureau in the capital and asking if they needed an intern. I was greeted by the correspondent’s dog. The correspondent himself was hunkered down, writing a survey of the country. I left my CV, but my services were sadly not required.

Eight years later I have an office in the same building. (My yellowing CV is probably still there, under one of the piles of paper that decorate the place.) I now write about the economies of India and its neighbours for the paper. It’s an extraordinary privilege—a quite uncanny stroke of good luck. I owe it to Marjorie’s foundation, which first paid my way through the LSE and then sponsored my internship at The Economist. Thanks to her, I can now enjoy 20-degree winters, shami kebabs that melt in the mouth, and parrots outside the window. Best of all, I have an engrossing story to cover.

[January 2009]