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A tired journo

I have an existential crisis. I am really tired of being a journalist. Not because my life revolves around deadlines and deadlines and working on days when the rest of the world is relaxing or holidaying. I am tired because every Tom, Dick, Harry has an opinion so far as my profession is concerned. I am supposedly everybody’s good friend even though I have hardly any friend (in the true sense of the term) in a city where I am living for quite some years. I am tired of going to parties where people jump at me the moment  they come to know that I am a journalist working for a leading daily. Suddenly, everybody becomes an expert in things related to media.

People don’t think twice before terming everything that appears in the newspapers as ‘shit’ and how they loathe these ‘toilet papers.’ I would have been happy if the buck stops there. But they all eventually take my mobile numbers and email id even though I hardly ask for all these details in return. I am on a minimalist drive in my life, so I am not really into forging new friendships. I know if I am doing a story, I will always manage to get the information I want.  And after being agitated about the ‘shit’ called newspapers, they all want their slice of shit. So, after 2/3 days, I eventually get phone-calls/emails asking for some coverage for them or their family-members. And they all tell me with great confidence that their story has got great potential too. Well, I don’t give my ‘expert’ comments about a cardiac surgery or building a flyover to my doctor or engineer friends. Just because one buys a newspaper that doesn’t make him/her a journalist.

And then there are issues relating ‘passes’ (read free) for attending events. In October, I was at my mom’s place in Bhubaneswar for a short break. Suddenly, my phone started ringing constantly as people wanted passes for a 10 day festival. Repeated attempts to tell people that as I am not there in Ahmedabad, I could do little to help them fell on deaf ears. People just don’t understand it. The standard answer is, “Kuch kar lo (do something). But we want the passes.”

Needless to say, I am amazed at people’s overactive imaginative power of networking. In the last 24 hours, I have got four phone-calls from Amdavadis holidaying in Goa asking me to arrange passes for the much-talked about Sunburn Festival. They all presume that as the publication ( I work for) has a Goa edition, I can easily arrange passes for them through the Goa office. I wish I were that efficient ‘jugaadu’ (networker).  I would have been much better placed in life.

There are times I just feel like surrendering my mobile phone, deactivating my mail id and just be with my old friends from school/university for whom it just doesn’t matter where I work. They love me because they love me. They call me up because they want to talk to me.

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About Deepika Sahu

I earn my living through writing stories, editing what other people write (in simple terms I am a journalist). I dream of opening a cafeteria in the mountains, owning a beach home on the shores of Bay of Bengal... but right now, they all seem like wild dreams.. A gypsy at heart --- am passionate about life, music, words, cooking for people I love, soaking in the lashing rain and just looking at the changing colours of the sky.... And I am a great fan of the Indian Railways and I long to travel in First Class AC coupe across India.....with my man

4 responses to “A tired journo

  1. I have a friend in Kalimpong, Darjeeling. He calls me every Sunday…without fail. And as you say, he genuinely wants to talk to me…and we then talk. He is a businessman. Still, he doesn’t have an email id 🙂 [but he has to carry a mobile, to receive calls :p]

  2. SOUBOYY

    This post is so touchy. Knowing the kind of person you are, so helpful always, I am sure many would just be near you because you are a journalist. You are way senior to me, but at my early twenties when I have just started in this profession, I feel the same way. I wish, I would have studied something else, become a Software Developer or Computer Professional or something much less interesting in life than a creature called “Journalist”. And all you said, when we met still rings in my ears, you always told me to study further and yes, I am doing so. I hardly know how should I express my gratitude towards you for giving good genuine advises…

    ### “just be with my old friends from school/university for whom it just doesn’t matter where I work…” I love this line, I feel the same way, to be with my school friends…

    I am so touched by reading this post of yours. Even though we might not meet in future but I still wish someday you would be able to write a novel about how we journalists feel in life. How we are not celebrities and yes sometimes our stories are ‘celebrities’ and sometimes not…

    And yes, it takes a lot to be a journalist, hats of to all… And a lovely post, a wonderful read for any journalist (whether small or big)… I bet a million journalists feel the same way… :))

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