hazy thoughts

i look around dazed, happy with myself for having completed my work amazingly fast. i am welcomed with the sounds of unanswered frustrated telephone rings, deliberatelty loud typing noises, someone conversing on the phone, some people (whom i presume to be jobless) walking around, exchanging pleasantaries...well if anybody out there is wondering what i have been talking about, it is the atmosphere or rather the working conditions of a newspaper organisation *** where i am presently doing my internship. i try to put in a word with my superior trying to ask her if there is anything else i can do; cause i seem to have completed the task i was assigned - but hell she looks like she is going to strike down the next person who attempts to interrupt her( intentionally or as it always turns out to be unintentionally). but no worries - she is a very nice person.

well i have finally got into the real world of journalism and i notice that things are not as you always presume them to be. (pretty late realisation - but thats me)...i like this world out here. though as you guessed it right - i am not given serious news but the FEATURES to do. its funny to know that you dont have to run behind the stars for all your news.. you have the wires to do that for you. now now, i am not going to reveal to you all the hard work i have been doing. will i???? its just that i have finally put behind the fear - that i had commited a grave mistake by joining this field.. i was infact destined to be here.

[everytime i write in the hope that this time i shall make some sense while writing but as it always happens - guess till now, i have given no clue as to what this conversation was all about. hmmm... this proved to be like any other writing of mine.. clueless.] - this was a disclaimer... but only at the end - to sympathise with you if you read the whole thing.