My first job

My very first “job” was with a local area newsletter based in Adyar – South Madras News, it was called. I was doing an evening course in journalism, and I think our class was farmed out to various small publications to get our “practical experience” as part of the course. I think so, anyway. My memory is a bit fuzzy about it after so many years, so I’m not even sure who else was allotted to this place other than my best friend Lakshmi.

The South Madras News was published by Mr and Mrs R Desikan. Mr Desikan was short, small but rotund, bald and prone to much hand-wringing, always rabbiting on about expenses and fussing about one thing or the other. He was the sort of man who was always peering over your shoulder, but all said, he wasn’t really a bad sort.

It was Mrs Desikan, however, who stands out with absolute clarity in my memory. She terrified me. Granted that it didn’t take much to terrify me then, but she was a tartar who would have put Genghis Khan to flight. She was about her husband’s height, with long plaited hair that was thinning very noticeably at the top, large eyes magnified by her thick glasses, a sharp nose and a very abrasive manner. She was probably the driving force behind South Madras News, and she drove a hard bargain for everything with everybody. She didn’t hesitate to yell at anybody who didn’t do exactly as she said, and her husband got a piece of her mind fairly often. At 5’8”, I towered over her diminutive 5’2” or thereabouts, but it wasn’t her size, it was her personality that did you in.

I didn’t really like Mrs Desikan and I found it somewhat nerve-wracking to work there – but work I did for a couple of months, for the princely (hah) sum of Rs 500 per month inclusive of expenses.

I have no particularly fond memories of the various press conferences that I attended as a reporter for the South Madras News – except one.

I was to attend a press conference at a medical college/hospital that had opened a new department, but I missed it entirely because I got hopelessly lost trying to find the place. (My homing pigeon instincts aren’t much improved from then.) I finally made it to the hospital, but much too late for the opening ceremony or the conference itself.

In fact, I got there just in time for the closing ceremony which had just begun... and to my everlasting joy, I was privileged to listen to M S Subbulakshmi rendering “Kurai ondrum illai” – live! I doubt anything could top that as an unearned reward for being unprofessional - and I even managed to catch her eye and receive a graceful namaskaram from her (in return for my awed bow) as she made her way out of the hall at the end. It wasn’t much in the larger scheme of things, I guess, but it meant a whole lot to me. Still does, actually.

Oh, and my report on the press conference? I cobbled it together from the “press pack” which I begged from the PRO of the hospital after all was over.

Sunday Scribblings - "Out of This World"

The concept of space, beyond that we get within Earth’s atmosphere, is simply mind boggling. To think of all the millions of miles of empty space between every planet in our dinky little solar system, which is only a tiny part of the Milky Way Galazy, which itself is only, apparently, a small galaxy... the billions of stars that exist within just the Milky Way Galaxy... and then to learn that there are billions of galaxies much much larger than the Milky Way, each of them with billions of stars and miles of empty space between, with still more billions of empty miles between each galaxy... with the Universe expanding rapidly (but to WHERE? What was there first?) all the time, making itself bigger and bigger…

Well, eventually, trying to imagine this sort of thing sends shivers down my spine and fills me with a restless itchiness beneath my skin, leaving my mind in utter chaos. It’s just such an incomprehensibly huge thing to get my head around that I have to go off and do something mundane for a while to feel normal again.

And don’t get me started on the black holes that are apparently gobbling up all the empty space and any stars or asteroids or worlds that might come their way, getting stronger and bigger and swallowing it all ever more and ever quicker. Perhaps one day, at some point - in a year, a century, an eon, a millennium - all those black holes will get together to make a humongous big nothing down which everything will have disappeared... and then what?

The Big Unbang?