Hunting for stories
This is what keeps happening. The other day, in a sneaky way
I went for an interview at a publication house. Marketing profile sounds really
cool and aspirational, and a dream of millions, and mine too, for which somehow
I managed to get through atleast for an interview. And not because of my
brilliant skills or great work or extraordinary resume. But only because I knew
someone there and had forwarded my resume to her.
So I go there. My friend is a journalist. A career I really
wanted to pursue when I was young. So she writes. Her cribs have been all about
not getting the right story to write about. They would need to really do a lot of work for getting stories. Like going out of station, sitting at the railway station or parks, day dreaming, researching and interviewing people, and those kind of things. Strange as it is, at that time I found
my own story as the most intriguing one. This really needed to get penned down,
and get some limelight. Not just be left as an experience which no one would
ever know about.
Story about my hectic life, advertising work life, running between schedules, client meetings, my home, my parent’s home, my dance class and all other social
obligations.
Apparently, when I am sitting to write about it, I no
more find it as dramatic as I had envisioned. It almost close to boring!
I wonder where these so called interesting stories are
found. Or are they just the regular stories written interestingly? Or are they
the ones that are regular stories which just got written about before anyone
else’s did? Where are these interesting people living? And why can just I not spot them!