Well, i've completed six months as a veteran trainee journalist in this big city. I would put it that way. There were times when you were born, live, work, get married, have kids and die in the same city. Not anymore, escalating carrer, exposure, networking and urge to make it big all put together has made me head where my job is. That's what has happened to me.
I like the work here but away from home, friends, Bangalore people, filter kapi, Khodays rum, local pubs manage the day like a prince without a penny in pocket is something I have to sacrifice for working in Delhi.
Leaving the confines of my home with a good support system, IIJNM friends, ma guesthouse, pulling strings and getting your way are a distant dream. I have been learning to stay on my own, travelling in a metro, battle the cold, meeting the most uncivilized guys, haggle with the most craziest auto drivers, who sometime are under a impression of being the next F-1 drivers, crafting the art of hindi abuses, gay guys tryin to feel your ass in metro..huh...i am learning it all. I have always craved to work in Delhi and now 6 month old i am still learning……..
please note: This is my first post and forgive me for wrong grammar. Please feel free to air your opinions.