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.

Chains of Mephistopheles

Things haven't really been hunky dory. My world is turning upside down , quite like this

Random stuff

Hmm....I am actually wondering what to write......

Here I got this one. It's been ages since I did a story for our paper. Never mind that! Was just thinking about good, old days of writing. It was like opening a Pandora's box... A bit of seriousness, a bit of spice, and a whole lot of imagination....and the story was a perfect page 1 piece. Only that boss didn't quite share the feeling. You see like all great writers in the world, even I used to think that my writing skills are God's gift to the world. But journalism has its way of teaching you a lesson. The copies are chopped, sometimes wisely, and sometimes in the most mindless ways possible. But on a fewer occasion our copy gets its due. The quarrel and conflict between the reporters and the editors dates back to the time immemorial, and goes deeper than the two world wars the city has witnessed. Sometimes even I have been accused of editing callously, but on most occasions I have understood it as a means of constructive criticism. However, I must confess that listening to such criticism hits you under the belt...

Crushing the crush

It's first day of the year and unlike people who are high on the New Year spirit (all puns intended), I'm not quite thrilled. 31st was a great evening , but as I saw some not-so-cute couples getting cosy, in stead of feeling quite amused as I usually do, I felt quite bad... not for them, for my self.

Officially, I can't claim I haven't been in a relationship. For whatever little time I was in one, I must confess dear readers, I FELT STRANGULATED. Not that the guy in question was an epitome of villainy. He was just a regular, snooty, incorrigible man. I had known him for a long and thought that he could be a guy any girl could fall back on for support. Much later did I realise that it was the other way around. I have always felt that women are born with maternal qualities, and these emotions come out best when they are dating/going around/are married to a man. And men , even when they are in a relationship, look for these qualities in their existing or prospective better halves.

Cut to present, there is somebody I know who promises to be an exception. My fondness for this gentleman has increased manifolds ever since I came to know him better. Not that we talk frequently. An SMS is exchanged in a month or so. And so, now you know, where the realtionship stands. As I asked a friend on the New Year's eve if asking him out would be the right thing to do, I felt I had opened Pandora's box. She stated the following reasons not to ask him out

1. It'd mean compromising on my dignity because the chances are that this dude may not have similar feelings.

2. Even if I get into a relationship by asking this man out, he'd have an upper hand, because I was the one to ask him out.

3. What if he doesn't pay the bill for the dinner.

Good. So that's a reason enough to stay single. CRUSH YOUR CRUSH BEFORE HE CRUSHES YOU...

I am actually wondering if it could be true...