Life, a roller coaster ride...
Life has been a roller coaster ride – full of chills and thrills. After having actively spent fifteen years in the field of journalism and having spanned all facets – reporting, editing, page layout and designing, ad designing, copy writing, brand building activities, events, workshops and activities. Been there, done it all! That's how it is – the BIG world of MEDIA!! Thanks to all my editors, seniors and mentors, who have sculpted the real person, I am today. After having entered the world of journalism, there's no going back. 'Yeh ek aag ka darya hai, aur doob ke us paar jaana hai!'
Thankfully, it has been a smooth sailing! Awaiting a high tide to help me improvise upon my swimming skills.
Thankfully, it has been a smooth sailing! Awaiting a high tide to help me improvise upon my swimming skills.
Introspection...
Today's a memorable day. Memorable, because a friend of mine gifted me a fountain pen. May sound too small, but for a journalist - it is LIFE. And so, there began a journey. The mere sight of the fountain pen brought a cheer on my face. My joy knew no bounds, as i kept looking at it for minutes. It took me back down the memory lane, school books, copies, ink pens, college days, journalism days, letters and loads or memories. It really had been years since I actually used a fountain pen. With computers and emails stepping in, the joy of writing has totally diminished.
The Gen X, I believe doesn't know the charms of writing with a fountain pen as it seems to have become a redundant concept. I really am thankful to my friend, Mandeep who by his fountain pen, provided me an insight into my bygone days and gave me an incentive to write. There was a time, when I used to write - 24 X 7. Maybe the passion for writing brought me into this profession of print journalism. I wrote on almost anything, I observed, anything I felt and everything I wanted to share. Thankfully, my seniors and mentors helped me publish all that I wrote and the rest is history.
Then came this idea of writing a blog. For the past one week, my mind has been bombarded with revolutionising ideas and I wanted to travel the journey again. I had a strong desire to relive those days again. I don't know, if it is ever going to be read by anyone, but then I had to write. So here I go.
The Gen X, I believe doesn't know the charms of writing with a fountain pen as it seems to have become a redundant concept. I really am thankful to my friend, Mandeep who by his fountain pen, provided me an insight into my bygone days and gave me an incentive to write. There was a time, when I used to write - 24 X 7. Maybe the passion for writing brought me into this profession of print journalism. I wrote on almost anything, I observed, anything I felt and everything I wanted to share. Thankfully, my seniors and mentors helped me publish all that I wrote and the rest is history.
Then came this idea of writing a blog. For the past one week, my mind has been bombarded with revolutionising ideas and I wanted to travel the journey again. I had a strong desire to relive those days again. I don't know, if it is ever going to be read by anyone, but then I had to write. So here I go.
A Giant Leap...
Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. And I stepped into the world of journalism in the year 1993, when I first realised - that this was it! In those days, when the only professions which existed were the medical and engineering professions. It was a difficult task to convince parents that journalism wasn't a bad profession after all.
Although my tryst with writing had begun at a a very young age. Be it any occasion, like a Teacher's Day, Independence Day, my poetry had enthralled all and sundry at my school. My poetry was always on the agenda for any celebration in the school. And it was a memorable day in 1986, when my first poem on "Maa Durga's messengers' was published in the Dogra Journal - Tiger Magazine. Thanks to my father Col V G Kondalkar, who commanded the Dogra Regiment, I also got an opportunity to know the Himachali community closely.
I really cherish the days of having been brought up as an integral part of the Dogra troops and unforgettable melodious songs
'Bhala sipahiya Dogariya, Soni Soni shimle di sadka jinde....'
And as a matter of fact, the canvas of my childhood was a vibrant mix of cultures from across our motherland. It had a tinge of Jammu and Kashmir with my schooling at Shrinagar and Udhampur. Thanks to the teachers of Garrison School, Shrinagar, Carmel School, Udhampur, Holy Innocents School, Wellington, Sophia Convent, Kota and Canossa Convent, Faizabad, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Faizabad, KV Shahjahanpur and KV Mhow who were instrumental in moulding my personality.
The inspiration of my first publication had lit the spark. And then there was no looking back. My poetry made its appearances in the Combat Journal, The Meghalaya Guardian, Military College of Telecommunication Engineering Newsletter et al.
Although my tryst with writing had begun at a a very young age. Be it any occasion, like a Teacher's Day, Independence Day, my poetry had enthralled all and sundry at my school. My poetry was always on the agenda for any celebration in the school. And it was a memorable day in 1986, when my first poem on "Maa Durga's messengers' was published in the Dogra Journal - Tiger Magazine. Thanks to my father Col V G Kondalkar, who commanded the Dogra Regiment, I also got an opportunity to know the Himachali community closely.
I really cherish the days of having been brought up as an integral part of the Dogra troops and unforgettable melodious songs
'Bhala sipahiya Dogariya, Soni Soni shimle di sadka jinde....'
And as a matter of fact, the canvas of my childhood was a vibrant mix of cultures from across our motherland. It had a tinge of Jammu and Kashmir with my schooling at Shrinagar and Udhampur. Thanks to the teachers of Garrison School, Shrinagar, Carmel School, Udhampur, Holy Innocents School, Wellington, Sophia Convent, Kota and Canossa Convent, Faizabad, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Faizabad, KV Shahjahanpur and KV Mhow who were instrumental in moulding my personality.
The inspiration of my first publication had lit the spark. And then there was no looking back. My poetry made its appearances in the Combat Journal, The Meghalaya Guardian, Military College of Telecommunication Engineering Newsletter et al.
Tiger Magazine
My Dad Col VG Kondalkar's special compliment floored me and it also came from my school, teachers, friends and my father's colleagues. By then, I had assumed the role of an official poet for the school with all the topical poems coming in every now and then. Maybe, this was my pursuit with writing and the spark was lit.
My poems made appearance in various journals as well as newspapers. Here are couple of them:
Combat Journal Meghalaya Guardian, Shillong
Free Press MCTE Newsletter
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