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

Sunday, September 23, 2012

To not know.

It's that time of your life, when you have what you want but you unconsciously take things for granted. You want to get what you want, but perpetually forget the others expect the same. 

When that is not delivered, your heart deliberates. Mine did; hence this piece of poetry.

To not know.

Many things that has been in you,
Many that I've not known of.
But it kills me inside to know,
that you're dying within.

Of no use is this love.
If I not be able to care.
For all the little joys you gave,
A little more you deserve to share.

Very little you talked to me,
But embraced my weak adoringly.
Where was my heart filled love?
While you burnt in agony?

Too much you'd burnt,
And much far you'd gone.
Too little have I learnt,
to see your open wounds.

But now I'm awake,
and cautious of all I see.
And I see what's been ignored,
is a large lock to which you're the key.
   

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Lost Cause.

Lost in thoughts and dwelling in sorrow, I needed a pen and paper to borrow. 
According to me, the little said is the more expressed.

Lost cause.

It kills me to see you've gone,
It thrusts me to learn you were never my own.
You gave me hope, strength and calm.
Where have you faded and caused such harm?

It kills to hear you say goodbye,
best will be if you never heard me cry.
I cry over and over for nights,
Can't kill this feeling, can't kill this fright.

You've gone away in real,
But it seems highly unreal.
The dimming hope I had for life,
is now fading with a queer rife.

Will live in denial,
Will die in this aisle...
Will love on and on,
No matter you stay or be gone.

That thing so atrociously vague,
Resembles plague.
Much of which shall not slake,
As this feeling is up on stake.

To you I rest my heart here on,
You assured me of a very new dawn.
Since my nights are to be darker than rest,
I believe my darkness will be my crest.

Teach me love, teach me foul.
Teach me to live without a scoul.
My heart paces just to yours,
Now damaged, in need for cures.

Love is when I loved you,
It was when life felt new...
Now I have a handful of ash,
And memories many that'll forever flash.

May you find happiness and joy!
Pray that it will never destroy.
Shall you find the perfect one,
If not me, a better chosen one.

Full Stop.

We all know that our society is filled with superiority of men, inferiority of women.
But why equalize ourselves to men?
Why are they our benchmark?
We need to grow and be our own benchmark.
Women and men are both creations of the Supreme, we are merely his interpretation and have no rights to undermine anyone's existence. Embrace life.

Burden.

No! Let me go!
I'm just a girl-
meek, vague and low.
Also a power you'd never know.

I am growing, and
my power grows slow.
When I illuminate it,
You'd all know.

I have it in me.
Yes, you’re yet to see.
But when I will show you,
Be an era new;

Now you are master,
I'm merely your slave...
When it will grow in me,

You'll dig, your own grave.
 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Misogyny


In Assam, a 16 year old girl was molested in public by a mob of over 20 men. In Mangalore, a group of girls attending a birthday party were beaten by men belonging to a religious outfit. In Mysore, a young girl was pushed off a moving train when she tried to ward off men who were making sexual advances at her.
These are just a few of the many assaults being made on women in the past few months. They have been happening at such regular intervals that it almost seems like a trend that is catching up across cities in the country.
 So here is the trend of the 21st century-Misogyny.
The dictionary explains misogyny as hatred, dislike or mistrust of women. The recent events that have surfaced raise a question; are Indian men developing a kind of misogyny towards women? And if they are, what is the reason for it?
The answers to these questions are not easy to find,it may even be impossible. But what is more important than finding answers, is to come up with ways to control men who want to become moral policemen and take law into their own hands. A law which, in the first place, does not exist.  Nowhere in the constitution of India is it mentioned that women are not supposed to visit bars or hang out at parties and have fun. When it is not so, who is anybody to beat up women let alone stop them? Such acts only portray that men are trying to be dominant and keep their hold on women. And what they also portray is that these men have no sense of respect for women and that they need to be taught a lesson.
  And if the laws and rights, that are said to be made predominantly for women and children, do not protect them, then where should the women look to for support?
Grace Jaya.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Humanity exists or not...???


Finally I understood that i am living with two kinds of souls i.e. people who has humanity and another one is those who doesn’t care about humanity. In our daily life surely we would have gone through something which made us to recognise meaning exists in humanity. Today when I was travelling with my friend, saw from far that one accident had took place and I know it’s just a minor and everything will get to normal before I reach that place but something was there which made me to yield knowledge. I saw and realised that, there were some people who was staring at them instead of helping and some wants to help but something which was stopping them to help and some was busy with their own life, behaving like nothing happened and lastly two people came out from that crowd to help. When I noticed and clarify that why those people who wanted to help couldn’t do was because of police case kind of thing which scared them to help.
These shows still there are some people who have tending and befriendly nature and which can only keep humanity alive and will keep humanity alive. This incident might be the small one but very attractive and attentive which enables me to learn something.