I must admit. I have a neat work profile. Rushing in early in the morning, reading scores of news, editing stories, running for what we know as “impact”, the crisis, and all that comes across as a part of any trainee’s workload.
But probably, I am not really sure about loving a certain aspect of that humdrum…Newspapers. I don’t know how silly I sound, but you know, I am one of those with a terrible attention span and I haven't got used to those cliched tirades.
My day starts at 5:30. I leave by 6:30 to reach office a little before 8. Hail Delhi Metro. I love early mornings in Delhi - fresh, warm and clean. The metro journey from Uttam Nagar to Central Secretariat is less dreadful, especially with my mobile phone playing good music to my ears (through the earpiece, of course. You don't think I would be using one of those chinese makes and playing my dhinchak-dhinchak delights set to volume levels that can send the fear of God into fellow travellers. ). People are a delight to travel too.
But once I reach office, it’s a different world altogether. I force myself to get involved in that world…World where people die in bomb blasts while trying to help others, new-borns getting orphaned in accidents, war heroes denied their share of recognition, 12 year olds rescued from brothels, religious wars, the blasphemy of whistle blowing and so much.
Two worlds co-exist together, a world where people like me are suffering for no fault of theirs and a world where people like me are thoughtless to the suffering and absorbed in living as if nothing would ever happen to our jealously-protected luxuries. And the most obvious part is, nobody can do anything. God, religion, law, life, prayers and everything else fails together.
As a kid, I always did hate newspapers. This is fate. And I will get used to it soon. And become just like others around me.
But probably, I am not really sure about loving a certain aspect of that humdrum…Newspapers. I don’t know how silly I sound, but you know, I am one of those with a terrible attention span and I haven't got used to those cliched tirades.
My day starts at 5:30. I leave by 6:30 to reach office a little before 8. Hail Delhi Metro. I love early mornings in Delhi - fresh, warm and clean. The metro journey from Uttam Nagar to Central Secretariat is less dreadful, especially with my mobile phone playing good music to my ears (through the earpiece, of course. You don't think I would be using one of those chinese makes and playing my dhinchak-dhinchak delights set to volume levels that can send the fear of God into fellow travellers. ). People are a delight to travel too.
But once I reach office, it’s a different world altogether. I force myself to get involved in that world…World where people die in bomb blasts while trying to help others, new-borns getting orphaned in accidents, war heroes denied their share of recognition, 12 year olds rescued from brothels, religious wars, the blasphemy of whistle blowing and so much.
Two worlds co-exist together, a world where people like me are suffering for no fault of theirs and a world where people like me are thoughtless to the suffering and absorbed in living as if nothing would ever happen to our jealously-protected luxuries. And the most obvious part is, nobody can do anything. God, religion, law, life, prayers and everything else fails together.
As a kid, I always did hate newspapers. This is fate. And I will get used to it soon. And become just like others around me.
2 comments:
This is reality..we can either accept it and do something about it or be in our own worlds.. it is all about the choices we make.
good one
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