This Internship is Amazing

You ever feel like life is just the perfect mix of work, pleasure, absolute satisfaction?

That’s how I feel right now.

Today was the first day of my week-long journalism internship with The Times of India, and I have to say, it was way more than I had expected it to be.

I reached there at exactly 9:30 and I was quick to realise that this wasn’t going to be a hard internship, so to speak. It was a very friendly environment, and the staff was more than welcoming.

All of us (there’s about 35 of us) talked to a senior reporter for the Times, asking her all the questions we could possibly think of, for almost two hours.

We traversed the journalism world far and beyond, exploring the ethics of reporting, busting myths about journalists, questioning the environmental impact of the newspaper press, and also trying to find out exactly how much these guys get paid. Seriously, we wanted to know.

I obviously knew my Cambridge friend, Amrutha, but other than her, I made more friends, as well. I met a friend named Anna, and we built up a good rapport, so that’s great, my anti social self isn’t showing.


Just kidding.


I use snapchat filter sometimes and I’m NOT APOLOGISING FOR ANYTHING

Say hi to my friend, Tanishka!

It’s so hot everywhere! I’m finding it harder and harder to sit down in one place for more than 15 minutes at a stretch, cause then my posterior cries in pain. Is that normal?

Besides the heat and the great new experience, today was a solidly n o r m a l day. I talked to my friends, who are on a trip to Delhi and Amritsar, but every time I ask for a picture of the beautiful scenery outside, I get another picture of one of my friends sleeping.

This happened at least three times, after which I ceased all communication with them and called my other friends instead.

Sadly, those beautiful faces have requested to remain elusive, which I told them was their loss. Too bad for them, really. You would have enjoyed those pictures.



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