Skip to main content

Tiny steps to a better future..

Sitting here in a cubicle that belongs to me for the next one month at The Hindu H.O in Chennai gives me the heebie jeebies (goose bumps i.e.). Not for once did I think of applying for a print organization, especially to The Hindu. Not for once did I ever, in my wildest dreams think that they would approve of my application for my internship programme in the first semester. What a nail biting period it was; from the minute I pressed the “send” button in gmail, where the mail had my CV and acknowledgement letter from my university to the time I got a reply from the associate editor of Hindu.

An internship is meant for training; one might not be able to get a hands-on experience on-field. This was my assumption. I entered the office thinking that I will not be given too many opportunities as a full-time reporter would get. But guess what.. I got my first two assignments the day I joined.

After deciding to take a drastic step by moving away from the field of sociology and landing with a course like MS in Communication studies, I thought I would be the odd one out, you know. I assumed that it would be a rat race out there and that I will be in a class with people who have had some amount of exposure with regard to the various fields of media whereas all that I have ever dealt with in my undergrad was purely theoretical. To my surprise, it was not so. It was fantastic to be in a brand new course, with a new bunch of people although I was petrified within. And the fact that I had to apply for an internship, either in print or radio scared me more than ever. This was because the other people who would be applying along with me had an edge towards what they were going to do. Keeping my fingers crossed the only print organization I applied for approved of my application and here I am, sitting in my very own cubicle typing out this entry.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The playground theory

As part of a fitness routine, my husband and I have started going for regular walks. Bangalore, famous for its 'parks', has a small one just about a kilometre away from my place. We go around the park several times hoping the weighing scale shows some mercy on us and we have thankfully been successful so far. This gives me the time to think about life, how time has passed by in a hurry and how things have changed in so little time. Looking at 2 feet tall kids running around, it makes me feel so old and it got me thinking - when was the last time I was so carefree and all I had to worry about in life was "When do I get to go to the park the next day?" To come to think of it, kids during their playtime can actually teach you a lot and so can monkey bars and slides! Here are some instances that got me thinking: The oh-so-tall slide - Kids are hell scared to get on top of the slide and are terrified that they might tumble down. But when its quite successful the fi...
Post a Comment
Read more

By-Lined!

My first two articles on NXg - a supplement that belongs to The Hindu, Chennai http://www.go-nxg.com/?p=6174 http://www.go-nxg.com/?p=6161 Do check them out and leave your comments!
Post a Comment
Read more

As I..

As I sit by the shore I can feel the breeze Hitting my face Sweeping away with it My inner most fears. As it starts to pour I feel I could freeze My limbs go stiff Though I feel at peace. As I walk through the lonely roads The leaves stick to my skin Giving me a feeling That I am the only one. As I sit in my verandah Staring at the sky through the trees While listening to the almost extinct sparrows Chirping a sad symphony. As I take a stroll in my terrace Watching the moon-lit sky The stars shining like the diamond That makes me wonder more What goes beyond this life.
2 comments
Read more