Move to Mumbai: Initial fears

It was January 1997, a misty start of my life and the first time I experienced the death of someone I was really attached to. Moreover, as the story of my life went it was time to shift countries, wherever dad's job would take us. But this time it meant coming home to my country, India. A little bit of apprehension of the change from NRI to pukka (term used to mean complete) Indian set in. I studied Hindi from the CBSE board, but couldn't speak a word fluently.. lol although i always scored well in Hindi (not boasting but around 90 per cent)...
There I was clueless, about how I would fit in.. No more malls, game arcades, white sand beaches, drives down the desert and most of all no more the luxury of my own room, where I spent most of the day listening and dancing to music. As I took down my posters of favourite actors and musicians from my wall, I suddenly felt like I wanted to stay... But it wasn't a choice left to me..

Bitter oneness

Relationships seem to be the root of bitterness
Expectations blossom from that type of oneness
Why fight wars when you can prevent it all?
Just choose to be alone, take a tough call.

Finally.. Im loving it with no inhibitions

Today I finally got the time to write something in this blog of mine, which I started with much passion and determination to keep alive. Now that I have caught my breath and just before I am caught up in the rat race again.. There are a few things I want to get off my chest. The main thing I have done today is answer to myself... Do I want to remain a journalist?
So far in a nutshell I have had people advice me: Do your MBA, you will earn money… Get married and join a magazine, where its 9 to 5 most days... Become a teacher, you love kids nah? … Go study abroad it will give you some time to think about what you want to do...
I just kept listening on everyone’s advice and even heard someone say, all failures land up as journalists… Hmm.. yeah but isn’t failure the stepping stone to success? Well honestly leaving the stress factor aside and the fact that I have now officially become a stranger to my family, a few friends and even my boyfriend – I LOVE BEING A REPORTER.. I fought for it for two years against people saying I could never be one.. sighs… The same group of people have come up to me and said, I proved them wrong.. Well so I am not a failure after all… J As for my personal life I figured I need to be more organized… Well that will take me some time.. But now for me to turn back would be the toughest thing as I am addicted to reporting… crimes, controversies, the power of information, the thrill of breaking news and knowing things first hand, the fact of people believing what I have to say… I guess its time to stop blaming my profession and taking up the challenge.. As of today I was also promised understanding from those a part of my inner circle.. What more do I need.. As for my family.. they are my family not out of choice and will have to be for the rest of their lives…