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I was in class fourth when I first invited a school friend to come home. The day after she asked me, ‘I thought your grandfather was a politician. Why are you not rich then?’. She was referring to the 2BHK house where our family of seven lived. I was embarrassed and went back home and asked my dad how come we weren’t rich like all politicians.
The Press Club in Delhi is a landmark of sorts. Are you even a journalist if you haven't gone there for the greasy (but yummy) food and cheap alcohol? I attended my first Press Club meeting after joining The Wire five years ago. Hearing journalists I look up to gave me hope and made me feel proud to be a part of the industry. Let's be honest -- pride is all we get since we make bare minimum in terms of salaries and our work never stops.
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Grief is a weird thing. You can read up all about it, gather as much knowledge as you want but nothing really prepares you for it.
“How to write a resume”, “good CV examples” and “sample CV for job” are some of the examples of what people across the world are searching for the most. And what happens when they write these queries in Google and press ‘Enter’? 2,46,00,00,000 results show up.
In conversation with Dr. Nalin Mehta, dean of UPES school of Modern Media and Dr. Sanjeev Singh, associate dean of UPES school of Modern Media.
In conversation with Meghnad S. (associate editor, News Laundry), Anubha Bhonsle (founder, Newsworthy, former: exec editor, CNN-IBN) and Dr. Nalin Mehta (Dean, UPES School of Modern Media; former executive editor: Times of India Online)
I talk about what the audience engagement strategy for Scroll.in looks like and lessons I've learn working for digital newsrooms in the last ten years. This was a part of a panel hosted by Wan-Ifra and Meta (Facebook). You can watch the full discussion here...
sometimes i think of it as a boulder that fell on top of me on an otherwise uneventful morning. other times i think of it as waves, that come crashing whenever i experience a moment of numbness.
i would've held your hands and marvelled at their softness
Whenever someone would ask me why I address my dadi as maa, I’d respond by saying ‘I have a mummy and I have a maa’. Mummy is .. well.. mummy. Dadi is my maa. So when my brother-in-law called me on Thursday morning saying ‘Dadi is no more’, it took a while for me to understand what he meant.
It's (almost) Christmas!
