I still remember the day when I had gone to Times of India for a job interview. Just walking inside the building, up two floors and then across a huge corridor full of journos was so overwhelming and intimidating. Honestly, I wasn't confident to make through. But when I stepped out of the building after the interview, I got a call that said, "Kalpana, you have been selected. They are ok with your salary expectation too. So how soon can you join?" I went numb for a second, my heart skipped a beat-- I got selected in TIMES OF INDIA, the biggest news daily in India!! Anyways, right after I made numerous calls- to my sis, mom, dad, friends and my excitement knew no limits.
Writing for a paper was always my dream and I didn't know it would come true so soon. I was in a different world altogether. Infact, I didn't know how to react to all this. Even after an year, walking down that corridor made me feel inadequate.. coz I always felt that the place was too big for me! I wrote for their Saturday glossy- Rouge and then Sunday glossy, Times Life. It was a different high that I didn't know I would be fortunate to experience!!
Anyways, I earned a lot personally too. I met Ratish there, we got married and even conceived my li'l angel!
Today I finally sent my resignation to my editor. God knows how difficult it was for me.. Not because I will miss people there but because I have a lot of history and important milestones of my life associated to that place. Something that will always be close to my heart. I know next time I come anywhere close to ITO, I will go down memory lane and relive all those moments inside my head/heart. To others it might seem like just another job that I quit but for me it was something that cannot be described in words.
I will miss walking down that corridor where helluva action happens all day
I will miss entering the room in the end of the corridor and receiving those warm acknowledgements
I will miss seeing my name in the paper, followed by numerous feedbacks on phone and email
I will miss seeing that pride in my pa's eyes when he tells someone 'My daughter writes for TOI'
I will miss responding to 'Where do you work?' queries with a 'I write for Times of India'
I will miss having those intense article discussions with my editor and the team
I will miss those birthday and anniversary celebrations with cake and pizza
I will miss that feeling of 'I am close to my ed, so you better behave with me' -- don't call it superiority complex but confidence that I built overtime, majorly with my work :-)
I will miss those brief Nescafe, ChaBar, CP, Khan Market outings
I will miss taking the metro to Mandi House and then bargaining for an auto to TOI building
I will miss Mani's food that was a high point of discussion always....
All am left with is memories. Now when I want to visit TOI, it will be with a purpose and after appointments. The same stairs that took me to my room will no more be mine... TOI is not my office anymore... It's just a memory that will go down with me :'(
Writing for a paper was always my dream and I didn't know it would come true so soon. I was in a different world altogether. Infact, I didn't know how to react to all this. Even after an year, walking down that corridor made me feel inadequate.. coz I always felt that the place was too big for me! I wrote for their Saturday glossy- Rouge and then Sunday glossy, Times Life. It was a different high that I didn't know I would be fortunate to experience!!
Anyways, I earned a lot personally too. I met Ratish there, we got married and even conceived my li'l angel!
Today I finally sent my resignation to my editor. God knows how difficult it was for me.. Not because I will miss people there but because I have a lot of history and important milestones of my life associated to that place. Something that will always be close to my heart. I know next time I come anywhere close to ITO, I will go down memory lane and relive all those moments inside my head/heart. To others it might seem like just another job that I quit but for me it was something that cannot be described in words.
I will miss walking down that corridor where helluva action happens all day
I will miss entering the room in the end of the corridor and receiving those warm acknowledgements
I will miss seeing my name in the paper, followed by numerous feedbacks on phone and email
I will miss seeing that pride in my pa's eyes when he tells someone 'My daughter writes for TOI'
I will miss responding to 'Where do you work?' queries with a 'I write for Times of India'
I will miss having those intense article discussions with my editor and the team
I will miss those birthday and anniversary celebrations with cake and pizza
I will miss that feeling of 'I am close to my ed, so you better behave with me' -- don't call it superiority complex but confidence that I built overtime, majorly with my work :-)
I will miss those brief Nescafe, ChaBar, CP, Khan Market outings
I will miss taking the metro to Mandi House and then bargaining for an auto to TOI building
I will miss Mani's food that was a high point of discussion always....
All am left with is memories. Now when I want to visit TOI, it will be with a purpose and after appointments. The same stairs that took me to my room will no more be mine... TOI is not my office anymore... It's just a memory that will go down with me :'(
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