The final realization

As I sit here in my 3 tier Ac compartment Duronto express that is taking more time to reach than a fucking cycle rickshaw I get time to write another blog after like what six months . The last one was in July which boasted about how I excited and at the same time scared I was to experience. Now after having lived those 6 months and then came back home spent 2 months I have time to reflect on how exactly I have changed on certain things and how certain things are still the same regardless of time space and money . Well money still is a large contributing factor of how I have changed . Now that I have shifted away from home I have to manage my household in 8000 rupees which includes food , rent , cigarettes and other things. Mind it is not an easy thing to spend it in this tight budget , but then as dad says if u are’nt able to fit urself in this budget even if increase ur money it wont matter , u will still cry about it . And he turns out it is quite right I have finally learnt to live in this world . Where I am the only one standing tall without any problem , I am more aggressive now in places and no longer shy or a bit tounge tied at places because I have learnt that in this world you create respect because of yourself . Noone can create that for you . When I started with my internship , The first day of interview I was given a go for the internship because I was studying masters in that profession and that too frpm a fucking brilliant university and I cracked the entrance for it where there was only one seat for me . I am not boasting or anything but then I killed the competition of about 150 people which is no joke . one seat and 150 people up to give the examination is no joke . But then this I feel I was able to do because this is something I always wanted to do . So now coming to the ‘ maturity’ levels that I think I have achieved. I think I have become more patient towards things and I also think I have started respected my parents more . this is because out here in pune when I see there is nobody out for me I now realize that how blessed I am to have my parents in delhi to everyday advise me and take care of me . That everyday scold of don’t do this and we are your parents we know now all seems to make sense. The best part that I love about this change is that I have started opening up . I am no longer shy and I have started respecting people about what they do . Be it a cycle rickshaw puller or a business entrepreneur. I know what peop;le exactly do and how hard it is for them to do it . To get up every morning and go to work is not an easy thing to do . My editor always said during the brainstorming sessions , people out there want to know why stuff is happening why is that event quirky. That is because people want to break the bubble and try and know about different thing that are happening in and around them. That’s why journalists are respect everywhere. I have to admit I loved the respect I got from everyone . True every profession carries its own set of problems and true that fact journalism also carries the baggage of pressure of time , high profile people and accuracy . I remember when my copy editor mis-spelled one of the Indian bands as Pakistani band , we received a huge email and the next day we had to print a corrigendum . I mean as journalists you do get power but then you also should know how to manage it or it can backfire heavily on you . It feels great when your family and relatives appreciate your work and especially it feels awesome when your work gets appreciated in the newsroom , but you have to compromise on a lot of things . Imagine I was here for like one month and I had to cancel about a week of meeting with my girlfriend . I am finally in love and I desperately want to see her but because I have to work I cannot meet her . Thankfully she understanood this and never created much fuss about it. But then when I wanted to spend maximum time with her I was not able to . Only a bloody Sunday I got which I had to divide between her / friends and family . You guess who got cut . I had to cancel a lot of nighouts so that I could meet her and the rest of the evening I could spend with my family . This is something I learnt from Pune itself. Compromise. You had to compromise on a lot of shit to do something which was really important .Am I happy about it ? you bet I am . Friends will understand and they actually do . The train is still running slow and I have no idea as to when I will reach pune. And now that I will be here for another 6 months there s again a bundle of surprises that await me and I am also excited to face those new challenges . I still have to learn how to ride a bike and how to roll properly with a backflip . I stii have to learn to sit properly in Indian style bathrooms and still have to realize the importance of cleaning rooms. Lets see if I am able to do this in the next set of months . Till then let’s just hope that I survive .