Wednesday, June 18, 2014

21:40 IST
Parents' Room, Indepuri
New Delhi, India

Third day at internship. Bloody hate the Delhi Metro. It is never empty! Humans are packed like chickens inside a cage, and this cage is made up of solid metal, cold within. Unlike chickens, these humans don't bob up and down. They sway forward and backward and sideways at the whim of the constantly swerving metro. And I don't get a place to sit right up till HUDA City centre!! So unfair!

'Cleaned' a story today. 'Cleaning' a story means editing it shortening it and making it presentable for the public to read. It was about a chic who went rock climbing for the first time in Topanga Canyon, in Santa Monica mountains (kaise ajeeb se naam hain) in California. She was lost and directionless and this particular activity helped her find herself. Sometimes all you need to do is climb a rock to discover yourself. While she up there, clinging on to the tiny crevices she had a singular focus and purpose - to climb to the top. Sometimes thats all one needs. That simplicity of purpose is all one needs to move. I don't know where I want to reach yet. Every job I take I dream and analyse about various possibilities. I end up confused and blurry. I'm not going to think. I'm going to do. My expressions are not very good I see. Blah.

Monday, June 16, 2014

23:46 IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

First day of internship at a new place. The Outdoor Journal - the world is your playground. An adventure sports magazine. Self interning with the editorial. No background in adventure sports. No idea as to what self is to do there. The journey to the office was horrendous. Father was kind enough to drop me off to the metro. Went all the way to HUDA City centre. Huda Buddha. Took me a complete hour. Then further 15 minutes of autoride till the office building. Nuts. Morning 10am no one was around, for a good hour. Loved it. Come 11am and people start streaming in slowly, and by 1pm the office is full and cramped and noisy and horrible. No such thing as personal space. Was given an interesting story to work on - a couple of youngsters tried to scale the tough terrain of Mt. Makalu in the Mahalangur Himalayas, but couldn't make it. The other bits of the day went about in a daze. Met a friend who told me some sad stories about herself. Felt bad for her. Zonked and slightly drunk I trudged back in the metro and came home. HATE the metro ride. It is far too long! Shitty write. Blaaheehaa