Well this is my first attempt at blogging...not much of a writer. I am a journalist actually, I work in a news channel. I landed up at News Live as a reporter even before completing my Grads. Its what I always wanted to do. I love the speed of the Electronic Media, you have to work and work and work and it has to be accurate 'cause you don't get much time to cross check. My folks are damn proud of me and I hope to do whatever I can, do my bit for my society, for my people through my work, that will surely make Ma and Papa swell with pride. It is a really nice feeling when you make a story on an orphan blind kid and some well off people call you up to ask if they can sponsor his eye operation! But there are drawbacks too, like, when you get some footage of illegal migrants being moved out of their settlements after repeated warnings by the authorities and when you come back, ready with a script singing praises of the authorities, you are asked to make a story on the inhumanity faced by the migrants! But in the end its all well balanced...Life has been moderately good to me and I am quite happy with the way things are shaping up. I intend to enjoy each and every moment of my life, want to live each day to the maximum! Watsay?
Found this in my files today...something i had written sometime back...in a hurry... I will not defend them and say that they are victims. Despite the fact that most of them are here facing compulsion...they were lured by the money, the money which they need to provide a decent home to their impoverished families. They are now the living proof to the ever booming business of commercial sex in the gateway to the Northeast. Its not like we never knew about what goes on in some pockets of the city. Places like Pandu, Kalapahar, Paltanbazar, Rajgarh, Ganeshguri, Nabin Nagar or Beltola come alive every night. Its not like we never noticed the salwar kameez clad lady at the bus stop near the Judges Field, in the evenings. It has been just about a decade since she picked that vantage point! But we choose to feign ignorance. We want to believe that our brothers, uncles, boyfriend, husband or father would never notice them! Why do they stand at those particular spots then, night after nig
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