Monday 22 August 2011

My beginnings at news


My beginnings at news

It was the end of 1980 or 81 when I applied to read news at AIR. At the audition I saw thousands of people. We were all huddled into different rooms, some spilling out into the corridors as well. There were people from far off places, as well as locals. Many of my colleagues, already working with AIR in different capacities and different departments were also there. Some of us were college mates as well as fellow broadcasters who hung around together, doing things together, almost as though there was safety in numbers.
We had no idea what was expected of us, except that perhaps we would be quizzed on news and current affairs and of course a voice test taken. Some asked each other questions, on the days happenings and also names of prominent people that seemed difficult to pronounce.
Anyway, one by one, we went in. Inside the room, there was no one in sight, the only large glass window was also boarded up. The room was carpeted, with white acoustic boards on the walls, a clock and a microphone were the only other props. Just before I entered I was handed a paper with a few words on it and a paragraph. As soon as I reached the centre of the room where the microphone was, a voice crackled on the speaker and asked me to begin reading into the microphone, everything that was on my sheet. It was a little scary, but that’s what broadcasting is all about, sitting in room all alone and communicating to somebody, anybody, everybody out there.

So I began.... half way into the sheet, I was thanked and asked to step out. Just like that, no explanation, no trace of approval or disapproval. Outside, the sheet was taken away, as fast as it was given and I was asked to check the bulletin board in a week or so, for the results.
As soon as I stepped out everyone wanted to know what I was asked and what I did….. the words, were they difficult or familiar etc. It was of no use I said as different sheets were given to everyone and no one could remember all the different words on them. Anyway, I did get selected, but there was another round of interviews to clear before we got anywhere near the newsroom. 

The newsroom was a sacred space for many of us. As announcers we saw the newsreaders, many of them, veterans, come to the studio at the appointed hour to read the bulletin and they would come in quietly read and leave, as quietly. Accompanied by a busy editor who would put newscards under the newsreader’s nose or a peon who would rush in with the latest updates, it was high drama, to watch and you had to be quiet through it all. The only microphone that was live was the newsreader’s and so you had to make sure you did not do anything to distract or draw attention away from her/him. While this is happening,  you have get the next program tape or jingle or announcement cued, so that as soon as she or he said, “ That’s the end of the news”, you were ready to go live again.


So that was the brief window, when you got to see the great masters at work, and marvel at their composure, their utter professionalism, their perfect diction and modulation and unflappable quality. I would watch as though this was a performance just for me, but as unobtrusively as possible… I got to see the legendary Roshan Menon, Pamela Singh, Latika Ratnam, Surajit Sen , Sushil Jhaveri, Sushma Sharma, Sphurti Sinha, Barun Haldar Vijay Daniels, Harish Kashyap, Manohar Kaul…names one had only heard, over the radio. All at close quarters. 

The time spent in the studio then was precious,  it also made you think about how you would perform in the same circumstances. Early lessons on how certain words and certain news items were to be handled, time management and the voice modulation from one item to another.

Coming back to the interviews, I had a tough round, there were several people on the interview panel, some I had no clue of, some I recognized from the organization and there were others who were there because they had to be there. Anyway I was asked questions on my experience in radio, familiarity with news and current affairs, even commentaries and why I wanted to do news. I was even asked whether I would stick around or was I doing this only as a hobby, a pastime. 

Soon I learnt I was selected and had another interview with the Chief News Reader Mr Sushil Jhaveri. Mr Jhaveri was very "English" in his habits and so I was a little nervous. But he immediately put me at ease and appreciated my voice and style and told me that he would soon put me on the bulletins to read. It was the Asian games and so I was busy with the games as well, as I had been shortlisted to do commentary for football and also as an announcer under the legendary Melville De Mellow. So one had to flit between AIR studios, Nehru Stadium and Pragati Maidan and attend college as well. It was only getting tougher. 

AIR decided to broadcast sports bulletins of 5 minutes duration, every half hour and they had to be done at breakneck speed, so that coverage of all the disciplines could be done. Only a few newsreaders could do these special bulletins as they needed speed, accuracy and calmness. I was the only one selected among the newcomers and enjoyed the racy bulletins. Each time I would urge my editors to get me more items to read so that I would be able to do justice to more and more disciplines, which otherwise got trashed.

Reading bulletins for the Asian Games gave me tremendous confidence and also practice with strange sounding names and nationalities. But before that Mr Jhaveri did put us through some training by engaging me and a couple of others to do some research. We used to arrive at the newsroom early, and be with him till his shift ended, which was a five hour shift with four or five bulletins to read. 

We saw how he corrected his copy and also how he marked it. But more importantly we had to read the papers in the morning and take down the most difficult names or words to pronounce and if they were regional names, then go to the different language units in AIR and ask the newsreaders for the native pronunciation. We had to write down these down phonetically in Devanagiri and then after having got them checked by Mr Jhaveri inscribe them in the dictionary, that would be available to all newsreaders to consult, as well as, copies of the daily updates sent to the different language news departments.

This daily exercise helped me immensely,  as one interacted with regional newsreaders who helped you pronounce words in the native way so that you were accurate and as close as possible to the original. It also helped develop a keen ear for the delicate inflections or phonetic peculiarities.  
We also had to call up the different embassies to get the correct pronunciation of the foreign names and this was even more exciting. I made a lot of friends doing this and I enjoyed compiling the new words into the dictionary. Besides it felt good to be able to say the names of people and places accurately, sometimes so accurate that people mistook you to be from the same region. 

The emphasis of being as close to the native pronunciation as possible was a lesson I learnt very early and has stayed with me for ever. Mr Jhaveri also had many comments to make about commonly used words that were grossly mispronounced by many of us and the repeated correction by him made us aware of our language, diction, and delivery. I cannot thank him enough for all the personal care and attention he gave to me.

Another vital lesson I learnt being a newsreader with AIR was being punctual. Since the newsroom is open round the clock and newsreaders were to be present throughout, duties were divided among 30 or 40 of us who were casual workers along with the 10 regular employees. The good ones were understandably used for the main bulletins, while the others did the rest of the shifts. Since many of the casual newsreaders were employed elsewhere during the day, a substantial number of them would opt for the graveyard shift, which was the most physically challenging being from 12 to 6 in the morning.

Even though the bulletins in this shift were largely broadcast overseas, they were still monitored and often the newsreader was summoned if any mistake had been committed. So there was no room for slackness and each of us had to be punctual so that no one did a double duty or got relieved late.

Learning to mark copy and also to rephrase lines written by editors under pressure was a whole new ball game. Especially when you read the main bulletins.  Its necessary to have a certain style and know whether you can fit in all the news items within the stipulated time since it is LIVE and not a recording, you also have to be able to do this silently and not make any noise in the studio. The team of Editor and Newreader and Assistant Editor, has to all, to be in tandem. The ability to be able to modulate your voice without anyone guessing the pandemonium going on inside, is another quality you have to learn and emulate. There cannot be a better learning ground than Radio for this. I am eternally grateful for getting the opportunity to do this.

Wednesday 17 August 2011

Notes on Life or making a note of your life....


Making a note of your life

Its strange to be told, that one should be making notes on your life, because you always think there will be time to do that one day….. when nothing else remains. This whole exercise in vanity, has begun because a friend goaded me everyday until I gave in. I don’t know if any of my rantings will make sense to anyone but me, but what the heck, at least it will make good reading when my memory will also fail. The task of writing makes me shudder because even though I have many vivid memories of events and people who have entered my life at various moments and moods, I shudder to think how they will react to the sharing I intend to do…………so I will try to be as truthful as is possible.
Life has been kind to me, or should that read as, God has been kind to me. I don’t know which is right, but, hey feel free to interpret it, as you want. Does any of this really matter? How I lived or who was in my life, what did I achieve, who did I meet, how many hearts did I break or how many broke mine?
I know one thing, that I could not have done it alone…..it would have been no fun. Its amazing, the power of a single human being.  How much you can be affected by or through someone. I have had the good fortune of knowing some incredible people up close, who have in their myriad ways influenced me or shaped me into being ME !!.

I was a much desired baby…as my parents had waited for six long years before deciding to have me …and they were so sure of what they wanted…a little girl….only. When you come into the world with so much love around you, there can be no going back….you want love and cant have enough of it…..you thrive in it and want to give some back…you see love around you …..you breathe, eat, sleep in it…anyway it was a blissful childhood…because, I was the centre of their universe in a nice way not in the obsessive mean way…..after all I did have an elder sibling who was a big bro to me…..

Monday 15 August 2011

My Companion for a decade and more.....

....they say when you hold a baby or a pup close to your heart, you are that much closer to heaven...We have had pups and dogs around us all the time....never knew a day without them.....it feels strange now not having my constant companion...my partner...my buddy ..here with me ......I still remember the day we went to get him...in fact we were not sure we would be able to have him, even though Shubha Di had said she had a pup for us...Sahil my son was most excited...he had no sibling...this was his chance to have someone he could play with and call his own....his bro....all this while he had an imaginary friend...now it was all set to change...when we arrived we were completely taken by surprise...there he was .....just made for us....a bundle of white and brown and pink paws....we were smitten....Sahil would not put him down and I was apprehensive...having never raised a Dalmation before and a liver spotted one at that....Sahil had clean forgotten that Dalmations are traditionally black and white... and this one was so sparsely spotted and with brown instead of black dots.........almost as though he has walked out when the paint job was being done..Champion had been christened even before he was seen by Sahil...for him it was either Champion or Buster... and this one was nothing less than a Champ.....

He was a nice dog.......even though he  got car sick...a brave pup who smelled a Rottweiller right back when he  became curious of this bundle in Sahil's lap as we searched for a Vet nearby....Soon he was housebroken after days of cuddles and training....Champion was home and like how.....the neighbours were petrified of his bark and even more of his bite...and could he bite....as some of our friends would stand to learn....he had bitten three of them....just a nick ....and was admonished before he could do any more damage...so soon, we were the proud owners of the "Beware of Dog" board outside our door.

He never soiled the house...never chewed any shoes or slippers...but he loved to chew his mattress and any paper I chucked into the bin......yes,it had to be something I chucked.. and he would pick only that one out....sniff it out!!... I even joked about his penchant for strips of cloth asking him if he was a tailor in his last life, at which he would look so sheepish that you forgot why you were angry with him!!

That he had music in his blood was evident when the Guruji who used to teach Sahil would come for his weekly lessons and the most eager student would be Champion, who would park himself next to Guruji, who, never took offence at this unusual "Shagird".. After the warm up classes Champion would join in and add to the riyaaz with his soulful renditions... and the Guru would indulge lovingly...

soon Champion learnt to smile on command....he had many other qualities too....like being able to figure out when I was leaving to work and cleverly lying down on my saree as I tried to drape it.....like waiting to eat the bones after dinners and parties but never begging for them...or eating without being asked to..... he was a gentleman dog...well behaved and completely civilised....he also never leched...never ran after bitches or even so much as tried to cavort...he knew he was very special... and a snob.....after all he was a Champ....!!


Thirteen years and three months...he gave us an incredible lifetime of love, laughter, licks, bites,barks,wet noses, free bathing sprays and no ticks ! He was a clean dog, who.hated ticks, flies and ants...would not allow any of them to live or sit on him. Trips to the Vet were regular and he would not allow anyone else but the doc to touch him....Today he leaves behind a void.....a deep vaccum a family that aches to hear his patter on our shiny floors...we want to see his smile...his thumping tail....his occasional bark....the persuasive and persistent wet nudge of his nose....eyes that were so deep.... that spoke many tongues....we miss our  friend and friend and baby and bundle of joy and love and fur....He left us on the 23rd  night of July this year to join his mates in heaven and continue to live a leash free.... eternal existence...we will love him always....

Sunday 14 August 2011

Independence woes....


For several years I had followed a clear pattern...when everyone else caught up with their sleep, I was awake and ready for work...because I would be on duty either reading news or giving commentary at the strategic spots where the national ceremonies took place. Being awake meant a great deal to me...it meant, I , along with the soldiers who were standing guard at various posts around the country had an important task and I could not fail my country. Sounds pompous, but if you do not take pride in your work and in your calling, who will?  How could I expect anyone to listen to me? 


Today, on these special days, as I watch my neighbourhood slowly awaken, I think back to those moments....the thrill of listening to Indira Gandhi / Rajiv / Narasimha Rao / Atal Bihari Vajpayee and a host of others at the Red fort, the excitement of the ceremonies as they unfolded before me, the bright faces that attend such functions, the crispness of the uniformed personnel,. ...the palpable tension before the prime time news bulletin....the knotting of your stomach, the sudden sharpness of breath..... even today I can feel the thrill. It was my moment...when I had the audience completely to myself..... I loved it...and still do....


But now I see such days as legit excuses to sleep a little more...to not follow any patterns.... to break routines and indulge.....to sit back and reminiscence....to jog one's memory and recall events, people and special moments. Today I listen to patriotic songs belting out from the community hall...children still forced to dress up and play out adult fancies....why do we make them sing songs and parade and salute and wear costumes and run races and all that?....can't we leave them alone?....or maybe we shouldn't...how else will they remember what this day is? How will they understand why we celebrate such occasions while others will go for a movie, party or sleep in?


Freedom !!