Engineering was too mainstream for me, so, I chose to be a journalist. Problem was, there were no journalism courses in my city as it was too extraordinary a field.
So, a 24-hour train ride later, I reached the “big” city, where a college was ready to extort a huge sum of money from my parents to teach me grammar and newsworthiness.
[Top 10 journalism colleges] Yes, my college is on the list. And, I thought of putting it here to help anyone who wants to join. But, trust me, the previous line is pretty much the summary of an honest review of these colleges.
The exceptionally high tuition also meant that most of my fellow students were from moneyed families and had the backup option of joining their father’s business. I, on the other hand, had to make it big.
But, for most of the time, I just remained confused. Instead of finishing my course-work, I started focusing on how ill-aware I was about everything. How could I even think of becoming a journalist when I did not even understand what my batch-mates were saying?
I tried to tell myself, why should I know what is the difference between Marxism and Maoism? I mean, does it really matter. The only time I thought of communism was while mugging up information about the Communist Party of India for my political science examination.
Later, much later, I realised that I was not the dim-witted kid after all. Most of my batch-mates, especially the ones who would just string together jargons without any explanations, understood little of what they said. The debate during the lunch hour comprised mostly of arguments made for the sake of arguments.
These were the same people who questioned my sense of music. “The others”, as I thought of them in my head back then, kept saying that The Beatles were the best musicians ever.
I had grown up on old hindi songs – my favourite was and still is ‘Janemann janemann tere do nayan‘. I did not understand what was so special about ‘Hey Jude’. To be honest, I did not even get most of the lyrics because of the accent and the slur. To fit in, I always sang the ‘na na na na na na na na’ part!
After years of listening to them, I have started liking The Beatles a lot – ‘Nowhere Man‘ being my favourite song. Now, I also get the joke when Piyush Mishra calls John Lennon ‘His Highness Imagine Singh ji’ in the movie ‘Gulaal‘.
That does not mean I have forgotten the songs I grew up listening to. ‘Janemann janemann‘ continues to be one of the most played songs on my playlist.