Finally I
spent my first week in New Delhi, after a lifetime’s desire to visit my own
capital.
Once I knew that I would be in Delhi
for 10 months, I started wondering how it would look like. Though tourist
pictures would be the obvious shots that should have popped up in my brain, my
mental images were from the movie ‘Delhi-6’ with narrow streets, white pigeons
and a bit of the Metro. Well, so far, I have neither been through such streets
nor come across white doves nor been on a Metro.
What pleasantly surprised me is the greenery.
Did I expect that from the capital city of a rapidly industrializing country?
Not really. Red bricks and green trees like the top and bottom colours of the
Indian flag run through various parts of this city. Of course, that doesn't necessarily reflect a patriotic sense.
As I walked into the Institute, I
noticed these numbered steps - 1, 2, until 22 (I just turned 22 this weekend)
after which the Kumon Learning Centre for kids would be. And then, the numbers
stopped. This showed how I am not a young student to be spoon-fed any more I
had to count my own steps to the next floor. I was told of the same by the
seniors or perhaps, I just interpreted it so. This is where I would learn Broadcast
Journalism and adapt to the field alongside further discovery of myself. And
when I entered, I found myself in an Airtel ad, with the gang there right here.
Supplied with unlimited coffee, parrots on the terrace, and time flying, I couldn't get around this beautiful city yet. With a lot of thoughts bulked up in my
brain and my lonely birthday around the corner, I felt like I am ending the
week with anxiety.
Throughout Saturday, I had to keep
reminding myself every time someone wished me, that it was actually my
birthday. The day was spent in shopping for my new house overlooking the sanctuary
of Masjid Moth. A decade back, I remember wearing a spaghetti top in Salem and
fake nails just to shock people. What a rebellious entry into my teens! And
here I am, wearing an old simple tee and a pair of jeans after studying fashion
journalism. I do feel more refined somehow, as I should. But the evolution is astonishing.
Such milestones are significant as would be our journal to do every week here
in the Media Institute. If this week is overflowing with tasks and thoughts,
what would the second week be like?
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