Wednesday, 17 October 2012

The Weight and Value of Labour


The second week at the NDTV Media Institute has turned my curiosity to apprehension. I try to put on my best face and give life as much as I get from it.

Yet another week passes by with a delay in work at my house-to-be. I wonder how it would affect my assignments. Moving out from my guest house seems impossible though most of my things have been shifted already. My mom left on Sunday morning as her stay-back overtime was causing a lot of cash loss. But questions of my stuff which should be brought back to the guest house and moved again, maybe even next weekend, despite the expenses, or how my clothes can be washed or how I would cook, all throw me into a tizzy.

Broadcast Journalism for the masses is about rushing to meet deadlines and my journals do help me, as I said last week, by reflecting a milestone of where I am. Suddenly the guest house seems all the more lonely this Sunday, with the sound of the fan swirling and the clock ticking. Relax but hurry, they seem to say.

Throughout the week, memories bloomed of Rome and home –of a time when after watching ‘supersize me’, my friend ended up eating at Burger King instead of McDonalds. Life circled around Fashion like in ‘the September Issue’. My renowned refusal to dance in the past years was challenged when theatre workshop’s Mr.Mansukhani got me to move my body to the music.

As the second week comes to an end, NDTV’s red-coloured theme becomes familiar to my brain and I feel a push to accelerate my speed – in my assignments, house and against time. After having packed and moved my clothes on Saturday and after a whole morning of cleaning the windows of the new house, tears roll down with anxiety of how I would make it to 50 or at least 35 news offices. As I walk back to the guest house with a sweater for the next day, I find the gate locked and wait outside for an hour. My internet runs slow and my phone goes dead. Surviving on curd this day, my hope is to settle down as soon as possible so that my best goes out to my work.

Here I am, still determined, to toil as strong as I can and discover my place. 

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