India's much too short autumn is breathing its last and the onslaught of the cold draught of wind stirs up an age-old foe, depression.
I am not among the surprised ones this year. I have known all too well of the creeping hollowness that winters can bring. However, I must admit that I am surprised that instead of being on guard against the symptoms I have come to know very well. I find myself wielding a defiant shield against a recognised few. So here I am today, battling the horrors that make the ones I care about weak and try to help them overcome their fears and the only question that I face, like every other year, is.. What should I look forward to now?
Do not misunderstand my anxiety for depression, let the insolence lie aside for a while. Sit, listen to me for once... for I have much to express. Life has been as exciting as I could have never possibly imagined. My understanding is so very limited that I simply give up in awe at the beauty of everything around me. It is truly difficult to explain how it feels when the breath that you once drew felt like a obligation and then... as if touched my a magical hand... its transforms into a miracle. Yes, every single breath I take today is a miracle. Every note I hear, every emotion I feel and every sense of touch and taste... it is miraculous. Food never tasted better, I never felt more warm, music never sounded so pure and the sense of being alive never seemed more complete than how it does at this moment. It's great to be alive. It is an endless jubilation, a celebration of colours and things I can touch and learn about. As a seeker, I always say, that my journey begins every moment and I am grateful that at this moment I am learning something new. There is no desperation to reach the end or a need to know what lies beyond. The curiosity is satisfied for I have only too many answers at hand. There is a purpose, I am sure for every moment I learn something new. There is still something more I need to learn, probably unlearn so that I can return to and experience it with new eyes.
My career in journalism started out with an internship at India's prestigious Indian Express newspaper in New Delhi. The office, which took me well over an hour to commute to, was even then, a formidable force in journalism in India. Still an wide-eyed undergraduate with a theoretical grasp of the field, my first and only project over 2 weeks for the organisation, left a huge impact on my career. The idea of going into journalism came from my English teacher, Mrs Moss. One day, close to the completion of my 12th grade, she was suggesting career options for some of us to explore. She looked at me and said, "Given your love for talking, you should consider a career path in law or in media." To put this into context, I was a student with good grades in an English medium school in one of the most backward states of India, Bihar. Any further educational aspirations would take me outside the town that I had grown up in, as was the case for all my classmates. Most of my peers w...
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