Well well…
Two more days and I head back to college to pick up from where I left off, from where I was told to take a break for a year and join back later. Questions arose like infuriated soldiers from hidden bunkers. I hadn’t failed in one subject in 11 years of schooling. The trend began in the tenth and continued throughout, into the HSC and then plagued the two and a half years of mass media that I ventured to study.
My future looked so bleak. It looked like stone walls with graffiti on it, which read, “You’ll never get anything you wish for.” Days spent brooding, sulking. More time was spent at home, surfing the internet. Nearly a thousand job/internship applications sent- some by email, the rest by snail-mail. Meanwhile, I made a new friend. We met through Orkut and then met through a common friend.
(I still don’t get how my time can be bad when all the things happening to me right now are for the best of my interest!)
Luck bent a finger a beckoned me lustfully. A teacher at college, my mentor, got me an internship with The Indian Express. All of a sudden, a nobody, a college dropout was an intern sub editor! It was my first peek of how a real newspaper works and what it needs to be good at what I was learning to do.
2 months later, yet another job followed, but this time, I was supposed to be a full-time sub editor. Afternoon Despatch & Courier. Memories of college wafted in often, rendering me weak, forcing me to wonder if I was treading on a wrong path. My newly-found friend turned love was always there to peel that feeling out of me like you skim out the tender filmy layer off a glass of milk.
Seven months down that lane, ADC, as the paper was sometimes called, decided to down its shutters. Even as this is being typed, the matter as to who actually owns the paper now is awaiting the decision of a court of justice.
A few days later, I was offered a job to write funny-sounding scripts for a comedy show on a newly-born national channel! Wow, isn’t this like a stepping stone to whatever I have always wanted to do?
I took it up. It is fun. But now, college beckons. Hope my stock of luck ain’t over just yet.
A few more years of such booming luck and I would be where I just want to be...
At the top!
Two more days and I head back to college to pick up from where I left off, from where I was told to take a break for a year and join back later. Questions arose like infuriated soldiers from hidden bunkers. I hadn’t failed in one subject in 11 years of schooling. The trend began in the tenth and continued throughout, into the HSC and then plagued the two and a half years of mass media that I ventured to study.
My future looked so bleak. It looked like stone walls with graffiti on it, which read, “You’ll never get anything you wish for.” Days spent brooding, sulking. More time was spent at home, surfing the internet. Nearly a thousand job/internship applications sent- some by email, the rest by snail-mail. Meanwhile, I made a new friend. We met through Orkut and then met through a common friend.
(I still don’t get how my time can be bad when all the things happening to me right now are for the best of my interest!)
Luck bent a finger a beckoned me lustfully. A teacher at college, my mentor, got me an internship with The Indian Express. All of a sudden, a nobody, a college dropout was an intern sub editor! It was my first peek of how a real newspaper works and what it needs to be good at what I was learning to do.
2 months later, yet another job followed, but this time, I was supposed to be a full-time sub editor. Afternoon Despatch & Courier. Memories of college wafted in often, rendering me weak, forcing me to wonder if I was treading on a wrong path. My newly-found friend turned love was always there to peel that feeling out of me like you skim out the tender filmy layer off a glass of milk.
Seven months down that lane, ADC, as the paper was sometimes called, decided to down its shutters. Even as this is being typed, the matter as to who actually owns the paper now is awaiting the decision of a court of justice.
A few days later, I was offered a job to write funny-sounding scripts for a comedy show on a newly-born national channel! Wow, isn’t this like a stepping stone to whatever I have always wanted to do?
I took it up. It is fun. But now, college beckons. Hope my stock of luck ain’t over just yet.
A few more years of such booming luck and I would be where I just want to be...
At the top!
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