Journalism or generalism?

"I have been working in media for eight years, but I can't say if I have been in journalism for eight years."

This isn't an original line, but an extract taken out of a friend's application for a scholarship. Just liked the thought...

License to flirt

I just came across this post I wrote last to last year about Holi. So here it is

I've always felt that apart from being the festival of colour, Holi actually adds some wanted ....and at times unwanted spice in people's life. Considering the way most men function, I have reasons to believe that for *some* of them it actually serves as a societal sanction for venting out their innate perversities. Now, before I go any further in proving my theory, let me tell you,,,I love the festival too....because I have rarely played it. Just as I was standing outside the verandah of my house, I saw a 16-year old chap holding both the hands of this girl I happen to be friends with,,, and rubbing her face with colours. IT COULD NOT HAVE BEEN A MORE DISGUSTING VIEW. Now for most of you, it may not even be a case of eve-teasing....but I think otherwise. The girl apparently has rashes all over her face and this was the reason she did not want to be smeared with colours. This 16 year old jerk had the audacity to go to her lace and drag her out only to put colours on her face an throw a bucketful of ater on her. How singularly annoying is that!!!! Anyways, even if you see some of our classic Hindi film songs on Holi, you will notice that the festival has been projected in a similar fashion. Be it Rang Barse where a married Amitabh Bachchan romances his ex....or the Ang se Ang Lagana where the lyrics are explicit but do sum up the way the festival is played.

Dreams or despair

There are ups and there are downs. There are highs and there are lows. But life goes on and mine is going on as well. So what if it royally s******? So what if I am unhappy? Life's just going on. Creativity has gone for a toss and RJ cares a damn about my existence. Sometimes, I am not quite sure if he acknowledges it at all. But me being 23 and utterly stupid, spin fancy yarns about a possibility of companionship. Everyone around me seems to have moved on and for the better. Most friends and colleagues are exploring alternatives, making choices. I, on the other hand, am stuck in the haven of a secured space (which, mind you, is killing me every day). RJ, on the contrary, has a wonderful , wonderful career ahead of him. He's young, bright, ambitious and most importantly self indulgent... lady luck is bound to shine on him soon. No, I am not jealous of him. Just that I want to believe that I matter to him...maybe in some rather insignificant way. One odd SMS in a month, one odd phone call made in weeks makes a world of difference to me. It's enough to keep me happy for a fortnight. But then lady despair knocks my door again, transporting me into a world of nothingness where I begin to... WISH YOU WERE HERE

Random

I haven't exactly been the happiest person on the planet and difficult situations, difficult people have only added to that.