A year in a tabloid

I completed a year in MiD DAY today. Having entered the IIT of Bollywood Journalism exactly one year ago, it’s hard to believe that they haven’t kicked me out yet! Time went by and all i could do was take printouts of my broken dreams. I don’t know what i just said. Anyway, that’s not important. What’s worth noting, however, is the fact that i didn’t do something I’m really good at: giving up easily. I stuck to this job even though I’m well aware that i lack the qualities of a typical journo. Pitched against the pace at which my colleagues churn out stories, I’m a snail but i console myself by convincing myself that I’m a better writer. Not that it matters. Also I’m damn honest and my integrity is an endangered species. Yes, it matters. And to top it all, i don’t scream (out of agony) when i see my salary slip. On the brighter end, my editor — like my former editor who hired me in the first place — is one of the coolest people i know. The colleagues are wonderful too as they are kind enough to laugh at my silly jokes. But it would be a lie if i said that i knew where i was heading to when i joined this rag. It would be a bigger lie if i said that i know where I’m heading to as of now. Currently positioned as the entertainment reporter who covers movies along with music and books, i get in touch with people y’all usually read about. In all honesty, that’s the only incentive of this otherwise unimaginative job. When you meet famous people in flesh, you realize how similar they are to us. Only the wall of fame separates us. I hope i keep hurdling this wall in the days/nights to come and more importantly, i get the raise i so deserve. Thank you, HR, for reading this exclusive piece of trite.