Saturday, October 13, 2012

Ignore


Let the sun shine through
Let the breeze whine loud.
Let the house mourn empty
And let minds stay on shroud.

Let food trek to dumps
Let hungry stomachs cry.
Let the rich and spoilt thrive
And let agony spread out dry.

Let happiness be a thing of the past
Let contempt lead the day.
Let darkness conquer hearts
And let ego replace what’s gay.

No one cares about love for you or me
And no one out there even knows.
That ignorance poisons earth altogether
And that’s where all lives crudely pause.


No.


I love you? You? 

Love forgives injustice.
It accepts deteste and malice.
I can’t get down to being so nice
To someone for who I am just a dice.
Rather just tear out the disguise
And tell him I need better to suffice.
I don't want to live any more lies.
Or spend on him for coke and fries.
When he ain't worth the sacrifice
Why stick on to live like rotting mice.
Sometimes I hate you more than fire does ice.
Yet I hide the tears that escape the eyes.
Because deep inside I love you like birds do the skies.
And that will always remain. Be mine. Don’t put me a price. 




One for you!


A 5th grader’s rhyme.
The 5th grader me.

She is my ray of sunshine
With her nearby, I’m always fine.
Her grace is one of a lit lamp
So warm, it makes my heart damp.
She walks and talks in such elegance
Her smile is rose flower fragrance.
She taught me truth, love, compassion.
She is my life’s celebration
You know who she is? Oh don't guess, don't bother

She is my mother.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Preface


My life has been the funniest, scariest ride i’ve heard of. The amount of love that went into it, the amount of trash, the amount of god and the amount of smiles have been tremendous.
Parvati, right here telling her life lessons. And this time, I promise not to be dramatic or mess up!
  • Sometimes, despite my best efforts, life has given me lemons. I didn’t choose to wear a sour face. Instead I made lemonade.
  •  Happiness is a state of mind. And like all things, it took me practice. I used to devote 5 minutes a day smiling. Just smiling. And after a while it came naturally.
  • I have had a love. This guy who swept me away. I always have only one thing to tell my Huibu – You don 't have a clue what it is like to be next to you <3
  • Every issue is a coin. It has 3 sides. The Heads, The Tails, The side that runs its circumference. A decision after checking all three will be its most appropriate.
 This is just a preface to my novel. So long till it’s done.


Sunday, October 7, 2012

Achan.


Little dewdrops lazy on leaves.
Mist from the treetop slowly sieves.
Under the peach tree there was a spot
Where we spent mornings cool and hot.

He would come and drop me each day.
The STCS school bus never would overstay.
He always spoke in tales to amaze me.
Creativity at fingertips; O what a dad was he!

Seldom did I believe when mom said he rocks.
Till his intelligence gave me the shocks.
His talk, the walk and looks are priceless.
He even scolds in style leaving me speechless.

Whoever created the Raymond punch line
Is sure to have done it for him, the pristine.
My father, the die hard perfectionist. Always so fine.
I won’t forget to thank God he made you mine.


The Hated Acquaintance.


There are good people. There are bad. And then there are ones who momentarily turn evil and tease children out of mere boredom. My father’s friend from the third category, once came upto me and said “So I heard you write. Creative stuff. What do you write?” “No preset theme, just about anything” “Oh that’s over confident of you. If you can write about anything, write me a poem on mosquitoes!”
“Uncle, I indeed didn’t mean I can write about anything. I only meant I do write about random things. Anyway, do you have a pen? Give me quarter an hour if you do.”

None’s familiar with the flapping wings
That mark their destiny of torture.
None’s seen their closely striped bellies
That are filled with our essence of existence.
None’s worked close with those sadist minds
That constantly calculate bloody intentions.
But most of us know the momentarily powerful sting
That can easily distract us from anything.
While a torrent of pain sketches ugly frowns on faces,
They are only aware of their dutiful sucking.
Humans tend to murder them extempore,
And if missed, deeper than all pain is regret.
All have experienced their unwelcome presence,
And these lean mean beasts are in singular named,
The Mosquito.




Alone.


Somewhere in the dark
I see a broken mark.
The beauty of my soul
Growing extremely cold.

A tear in my smile
Staring out into the mile.
Blood pacing through my veins
As I walk across the lanes.

I see the world fade away.
No one wants to stay.
Yet it somehow feels better
To have around no other matter.


The Answer.


This one dates back to the cold January of 2007. One of the first pieces of literature that’s ever escaped my mind and been published on the school magazine.

Very long it’s been since we are here.
Certain definitions are breath, blood and brain.
Feelings are ignored and pain perceived.
Minds work endlessly to produce quite a lot.
Colours are mysteriously named and animals eaten.
Body is unscientifically controlled,, while often suffered.
Light spells awareness, sound spells vibration.
Fire consumes matter, mistakes consume happiness.
Love is never used in the most effective way.
Living within is a less known, ignored aspect.
Years are wasted upon improving habits and habitats.
These are not ways of living.
A life has to experience the lively life by living it true.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

MyLifeMyMedia

(Attempt at a Press Note - a class assignment dated 28th September)

 “My Life My Media” to direct Your life In media.

Bangalore, 27th September.

Is journalism your life's calling? Or do you even know that yet?
NDTV IndiaCan is here to help you make a decision on Saturday the 29th September.

A prominent set of Media Professionals from across the country comes together for a panel discussion which will be an insight to the highest earning, highly adventurous industry – Media. The discussion hosted by Media Professional, Journalist, Indologist and Lead faculty at IndiaCan, Dr. Manish Mokshagundam will include the Managing Editor at NDTV Worldwide, Sanjay Agarwal, Journalist and imminent Theatre personality, Prakash Belavadi, Television and Radio Personality, Vasanthi Kariprakash, Programming Director at Radio Indigo, Kiran Shreedhar and the Program Producer and Anchor in Samaya TV, Sughosh S Nigale.

Venue: NDTV IndiaCan Centre, 'Lyrics', #184, 17th Main, Banshankari IInd stage, Bangalore.
Time: 11am to 1.30 pm.
Contact: 080 26716394/92, 8880006281.

So whether you're already in journalism and wondering about what direction your career should take (besides down), or a misguided young go-getter looking to get into journalism, this is where you should be this Saturday. Everything you need to know about journalism and the media job market, before and after the jump.


 


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

I am Creative and I am not a Journalist?

Facts and figures do not compel readers, stories do. The new media-users want more than the information rich. They need story-skimpy new media outlets!

The terms journalism and reporting are often used interchangeably. Maybe the two just can't be separated in practice, but the rise of new media demands a distinction.

As newspapers, magazines, publications and newsletters creep on to the Web, the demand for reporters, who can keystroke simple sentences and strings of numbers, swell.
I'd define reporting as nuts-and-bolts, no-nonsense information-gathering and packaging. 

Reporting wants just the facts. Journalism entails investigation, explanation and a point of view.
Journalists are story-tellers, fascinated with the human experience, alert to the drama of conflict and struggle, infinitely curious about the motives and meanings behind events. Reporters use nouns and verbs as blunt utility instruments. 

Journalists indulge in figures of speech; they use words as symbols, to evoke empathy, pity or anger. Most of what appears in Indian Express and TOI is journalism. Most of Economic Times is reporting. 

Journalism inherently requires that stories be told in-depth. Many newspapers have cut out long articles, even before the Internet. They've followed the example set by television news. They've been hit by the rising price of printing, and the renewed spotlight on cost-cutting. They're convinced readers are pressed for time, impatient with detail, and conditioned to ingest the news in pellets.

Of course, the same readers are not so pressed for time that they can't watch the T20 and reruns of very bad movies. People who choose not to read are not cut off from the news. The movies, radio, and later television have deepened the public's acquaintance with the wider world - at least with its memorable horrors and tragedies. 

The bigger bulk of broadcast is reporting, in the sense that I used it earlier, rather than journalism. It is epitomized by the two-minute wire service radio bulletin on the hour, already a fast disappearing format. "Russian armies marched into China today from five directions." "President Banerjee was shot and killed today in Red Fort." Just the facts. 

Information isn't knowledge, and facts don't add up to wisdom.
Are we entering an age of universal access to massive amounts of raw, unbundled information, anyone can take or leave as much as they want? 

In electronic databases, the public has (at its disposal) an incredible reference facility. But it's not going to make journalism an obsolete skill. 

You can put "War and Peace" on a Web site, but who's going to read it all the way through? When people read for fun, they want to sit back in a relaxed posture, not all keyed up at the keyboard. Computers lend themselves well to the display financial tables or sports results, but they are far less comfortable for communicating narrative. 

Readers savor both the content and style of a good story, and print lets them move back and forth instantaneously from what they are reading to what they have read and are about to read. 

Mere reporting is fine for the monitor. Story-telling is the job of journalism - and of newspapers. 

So if there are people out there wondering what to do with their creativity being journalists/reporters, for they are told it is completely useless in the industry; here’s your answer. Use it. It’s the next best thing.

-Parvati Natarajan