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31 Dec 2009 Looking Back: Accomplishments
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Listing my accomplishments is possibly the hardest thing for me to do each year, especially publicly. I know, to some, it makes me seem egocentric, but I get over the feeling that people will think I’m full of myself in order to keep a yearly record of what I’ve achieved (and haven’t). I started out in freelancing just as most people on this blog have started out freelancing– with little or no journalism experience or training– and I want to provide a moving record of my progress so that someone just starting out, or someone who thinks it’s harder than it actually is, can get an accurate picture.

I talked about my failures yesterday, because there is no achievement without failure. So here today, are my professional accomplishments for the year:

1. The biggest and most obvious one, of course, is that I became a correspondent for TIME magazine and Time.com, writing at least a couple of pieces for them each month. I have to admit it feels pretty special.

2. ELLE magazine (Indian edition), for which I wrote my first journalistic piece (a one-year follow-up on the 2004 tsunami), asked me to be Contributing Writer, putting me on the masthead and offering me a regular paycheck. I have a tremendous amount of loyalty to this publication and my editor, who has given me advances when I was unable to pay my rent, trusted my judgment on ideas when they had no clear female angle, and written recommendation letters and provided references when I was looking for other work. To now officially be part of the family is a huge step for me.

3. I broke into a number of new publications this year, including the International Herald Tribune, Global Post, and GOOD.

4. One of the pieces I’m most proud of this year is for a publication most of you have probably never even heard of — SCRAP. The editor asked me to go out and find all I could about the wastepickers of Delhi, and tell readers about their lives. She gave me 3,000 words to play with. I have never come across a topic that has moved me so deeply and made people so uncomfortable, so I’ve spent time at the landfills, interviewed wastepickers, and come to understand recycling in the country a whole lot more. I’ve embarked on a long-term project about these wastepickers, and some of my stories are already beginning to appear in national and international publications.

5. One of the stories I was hell bent on covering this year was about the Sikh riots of 1984, which made widows of thousands in India. You won’t believe how flippant people were about this issue, and I still don’t understand why. That I was able to place it in Elle magazine and on Time.com and have it read by thousands is possibly one of the highlights of my career.

6. For the first time, possibly in my entire career, this year I was entirely able to focus on the work I’m interested in doing, rather than the work I have to do to make an income. Since my return to India, I haven’t had to write a single piece that I wouldn’t have written if not for the money. They’re not all award-winning material, but they were all interesting to me.

7. Despite the recession, I survived. I think that’s an accomplishment.

30 Dec 2009 Looking Back: Failures
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I don’t do this exercise every year, but maybe I should? The idea is to list down all the failures of the year and see what was learned from them, and then note down all the successes of the year and celebrate those. And okay, I’m calling them failures, but they’re really just minor setbacks and none of them caused any permanent damage.

I want to take those lessons and successes with me into the new year, but we’ll leave behind those not-so-great moments, okay?

I’ll tackle the failures today and do the successes tomorrow. Post yours too, either in the comments or on your own blog, and come share the link here so that we can all go read.

1. I hate to admit this, but seven years into my career, I still got stiffed by a national newspaper, and I have to say, not only did I not see it coming, but I was hopping mad at the end of it. The story is your usual editor kept asking for changes on her superior’s request and then eventually killed the story because it looked nothing like the original. Then, she stopped responding and never paid my kill fee.

2. I agreed to work for way less than I should have because I got intimidated by an editor, and have spent months hating myself for it. I’m now trying to renegotiate that contract, and boy, would it have been easier if I’d just done it right in the first place!

3. I let an editor bully me (and a friend) for about a week and only let loose once she reached the point of verbal abuse. I have no patience for bullies and it brings out the lioness in me, especially if it’s happening to a friend, so I don’t know why I didn’t put an end to it sooner. I eventually did tell the editor that I do not entertain unprofessionalism and name-calling in my business, cannot work with someone who doesn’t show respect to me and my work, and walked away from the gig. Go me!  (I did get an apology– not very heartfelt– and an excuse for the behavior, but nothing excuses abuse of any kind in my book. Last I heard, two other writers had quit writing for that editor as well.)

4. I have this strange inability to say no. I took on two assignments this year that I totally should NOT have. I wouldn’t ask a fashion photographer to cover the Mumbai terror attacks, would I? Right. So why then do I think I can do things I have no experience, talent, or INTEREST in?

5. I got massively burnt out towards the end of the year, so just had to shut off my computer, take a breather, and vow to take better care of myself.

Overall, the year was a pretty good one, earning itself a solid A-. It will do better next time.

29 Dec 2009 Top Book Picks for 2009

I vow to quit doing this, but once again this holiday season, in the spirit of promoting reading and proving what a geek I am, here are my top book picks for 2009.

I’ve made the choice from the books I’ve read this year (too many to list) that moved me in some way, or simply made me laugh out loud.

The final selections:

6. Sister of My Heart by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

5. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult

4. A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

3. Three Cups of Tea by Greg Morteson

2. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

And the best book I’ve read this year is:

1. Night by Elie Wiesel

28 Dec 2009 Personal Project: Delhi’s Wastepickers
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I’ve become a waste management expert. The Delhi government should hire me as a consultant, not only to tell them how to quickly clean up the city ahead of the October 2010 Commonwealth Games, but how to do so in an inclusive fashion so that the informal sector comprising of workers functioning as door-to-door garbage collectors and wastepickers on the landfills aren’t marginalized and stripped of their sole source of income.

About two months ago, I was invited to be part of a panel of experts on climate change. The organization wanted me on board because they were aware of the work I had been doing (personal project on the lives and livelihoods of wastepickers in Delhi) and knew that I had spent time on the landfills and with door-to-door garbage collectors, recyclers, etc. They had also read one of my first pieces on the topic that ran 3,500 words and was published in the American magazine, Scrap.

The organizers wanted me to talk about how wastepickers in the city were helping recycle the city’s garbage and mitigate greenhouse gas emissions, and the lousy deal they were getting from the city and its people in return.

There were a couple of reasons I wasn’t able to participate, the primary being that I was out of town, and the secondary being that I was very hesitant as an objective journalist to become part of the story or a voice for the wastepickers themselves. In addition, I really didn’t know that I had anything to say on the topic.

“I don’t know that I can talk intelligently about climate change,” I said to the organizer when she called to invite me. “My focus is on human rights, not environment.”

“Oh trust me, you can,” she replied. “We’ve been using your [Scrap magazine] piece as an educational tool in all our meetings to explain how these things are linked together.”

When I received that first assignment from Scrap, my brief was simple: go out and research the lives and livelihoods of the wastepickers and come back with a human story against the backdrop of their business. I owe my editor big time for educating me about this issue and for trusting me to go and find out what I could. I was asked to explain, in detail, how the recycling systems work in India, and what role the wastepickers play in it.

I had intended to approach the subject with an eye on the human rights of these people, which is of course, the most obvious aspect in this story. But as I dug deeper– and I really did dig quite a bit– I found there was more to this story. That it wasn’t all that much a human rights story as it was the story of a system that was being broken down in a targeted fashion at the expense of the informal workers and the citizens of the city.

The issue, to me at least, became a complicated one, involving the government, environmental agencies, and of course, the wastepickers themselves. Without intending to, I got hold of laws, court cases, private and government contracts, anything I could get my hands on basically, that proved with no ambiguity what was happening in this arena.

I’ve now been researching this topic on and off for almost six months. And I’ve become some kind of expert on it. I’ll feel confident attending the next conference.

Editors have noticed, of course (one said he could tell I was really passionate about the issue and that was the sole reason he was assigning the story), and I just finished my third story on the topic, with two more editors seriously considering other angles as well.

I never intended to write about the environment or to get involved in the research of the human and environmental impact of the waste India’s cities produce. Far from it– I thought the environment thing was too complicated for a simpleton like me, was too much of fad writing, and better left to other writers who would do a good job of it because they had the knowledge. Yet, my path led me here anyway because I found a group of people I found fascinating and cared about, which led me to explore various angles of their lives, including the angles that touched on environmental policies and government agendas.

When people talk about personal projects, usually they’re thinking of this one big 10,000-word project that will bring in the big bucks. While those do happen occasionally, personally, I’ve found that I’ve achieved greater success with finding a topic I care about– such as this wastepickers issue– and selling shorter pieces with the various angles that would interest different publications. All three pieces that I’ve written so far have a similar thread to them, but they’re each different stories with their own focus. They each have information that isn’t in the other pieces, and as I’ve learned more about the topic, my articles have become more detailed as well. As I’ve collected proof, I’ve become more confident in explaining the why’s behind it all.

I haven’t so far written one 10,000-word piece on this topic, but in total, I’ve already written 9,500 words (3,500 + 2,000 + 4,000). And I have at least eight or nine more tangents within this topic that I’m planning to sell.

This for me, is a long-term project and I’ll admit, I wouldn’t mind becoming THE expert on waste management, a topic most journalists I know won’t even touch. I already know quite a bit about Delhi, Bangalore, and Ghaziabad, and there are dozens more cities to explore. But instead of doing months of research and then selling one big 10,000-word story on it (which I hope to do anyway), or thinking of it as a book (which might be a possibility, but I understand has limited sales potential), I’m writing shorter pieces as I go along. I also got lucky and found a photographer whose work and attitude I love. Funny too, that I was definitely not in this project for the money, but I have been paid very well for my work on it. What was that about doing what you love and the money will follow?

As you can see, there’s more than one way to make a long-term dream project work. I’m trying one now, we’ll see how the others go later.

Check out this video I shot at one of the landfills:

25 Dec 2009 Dare I Say I’m Done?
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She’s done it, ladies and gentlemen!

My deadlines are met, the articles ready for publication, and my schedule cleared for the next ten days.

I’m taking some time off from work to hang out with some close friends, because it’s not just the end of a year, it’s the end of a decade. And what a decade it’s been!

Ten years ago at this time, I was in my first year of college (engineering), stumbling around in my career choice and in my personal life. Five years ago I was just about finding my footing professionally and personally, and today, I’m… I guess, still a little unsure of what my place in this world might be, but confident that I’ll find it. I can’t believe how much joy I get from my work, and I have to pinch myself daily to remind myself that my current relationship, this wonderful person I’ve decided to spend the rest of my life with, is for real.

I’ll still be posting on the blog over the next few days. The year-end entries are a tradition on this blog, and I’ve been alone on enough holidays to know that someone out there will surely need the blogs of this world to be updated. I’ll take my break during the first week of 2010.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

24 Dec 2009 Focusing on the Artist, not the Art
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Yesterday, I rolled over in bed and thought, “I’m going to start painting again.”

I don’t know where that came from. Or maybe I do.

When I started painting in high school, I was taught there was a “right” way to do things and a “wrong” way to do things. My art teacher had very set ideas about what he wanted us each to achieve, and when we didn’t do exactly what he’d told us, he just erased what we had done and drew it himself. “Put blue in this, red in that, green over there,” he’d bark. And we did. We got to put our little signatures beneath each painting, but it always felt like the work, the ideas, even the painting, were his. When those paintings were exhibited, that achievement was his, not ours.

I’ve loved art since I was a child. I couldn’t draw for the life of me (because I couldn’t get it “right,” I gave up quickly), but I loved coloring, playing with the shades, mixing up paints. Many years, for my birthday, my parents would give me a drawing/coloring book. Later, in school and in college, I drew abstract art. There was no meaning to it, no shape, no form, but I loved doing it, I loved coloring in those lines, playing with that randomness, seeing what colors matched, what didn’t. A few years ago, in a state of “I’m not an artist,” I tore them up and threw them all out. No one but my mother ever saw them (I think). The sad thing is that while they weren’t special and while they weren’t ART with capital letters, they were mine and I loved them. I spent hours, days, on them. I now wish I’d kept them.

Recently, I came across this website: IllustrationFriday.com. Suddenly, it felt like a part of my brain that had been closed up for all this while is eager to open up again. My fingers are itching to get hold of some paper and pencils and start drawing. That idea of whether or not it will come out right is slowly disappearing. I want to move my hand over paper again and see where it goes.

One deadline today. Then I’m heading off to the shops to get me some art supplies.