The paper recently moved out of its posh Victorian confines in Central Delhi to a tacky godown-like place in Noida.
It’s a nondescript newspaper with a measly readership. And I was happy as hell, I got my spot there. Why?
1) It’s a really small paper. With a staff, the size of two cricket teams. So I hope to learn the ropes faster. 2) Smaller paper means more running around, more Quark Express, and less sitting around. 3) Friends in places like TOI and HT still haven’t had their spots confirmed, thanks to the goof-ups on the part of my faculty. 4) The paper is a 5 minute drive from home. 5) My roomie opted for the same paper. So I will have company too. 6) There’s a decent chance I will convert the internship into a job. Though it is too early to comment on that. 7) I decided to not go for Cyber Journalism or Advertising to begin with. Print Journalism is the place to begin with.
I start tomorrow afternoon. Wish me luck, peepuls!
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.