I’m not made for journalism. It’s a frightening thought, but after 3 years of trying to survive in this field, I have realized I’m not cut out to be a journalist. Fine time to think of that!! This last semester has been especially gruesome. In our freshman year, we thought we’ll have a fantastic, relaxed last semester. It’s only the project and internship…no exams! Vo to ho hi jayega! Sigh… Now I’m actually wishing that we had exams instead.
It all started sometime in October, when The Monster (refer: The teacher from hell) told us to think of a topic for our final semester project. We did. We came up with brilliant topics…none of which, however, appealed to her. Then, after much ‘soul-searching’ we told her to suggest one that does appeal to her. Big mistake. I soon found myself stuck with ‘Development issues in Jharkhand’. Jesus, that’s the last thing I wanted! I have searched high and low for some kind of sources that could give me some kind information so I can prepare some kind of project! Until now, the internet has been a darling! But unfortunately, my darling cannot get me interviews. And I have to put at least 3 of them. Whoop-de-doo.
And then there’s the internship. Somehow managed to get into Doordarshan and is it great or what! I have been, for some unknown reason, placed under the Sports beat. Two days, I have watched the India vs. England test match so closely, recording it on tape, logging every four runs, every six runs, every wicket and every mis-field. For 4 and a half hours at a stretch. By the time I got home, I hated TV and I hated cricket.
And the best part is, that my internship clashes with the period in which I have to prepare my project. And they say I’m lucky to get into DD and some even say I’m lucky to get such an ‘interesting’ topic for my project. If this is luck, give me disaster! And even after all this, I am so pig headed that I’m sitting here, blogging about it!! I gotta go....!
