Me, the journalist!

Hey, I've been bursting to tell the world! I forget to mention it everytime I blog. So, now, I've decided to dedicate an entire blog to it. Skip it if you want to( in case anybody cares to read this blog of mine). Its all about my long anticipated foray into the world of journalism. One of my articles or rather restaurant reviews appeared on rediff.com You can access it at:
http://in.rediff.com/getahead/2005/nov/10sethji.htm
Of course, I have published stuff earlier like a few poems on http://www.poetry.com (you can search for last name: bala, first name: gayatri and check out the entries by Gayatri Bala and Gayatri Balakrishnan respectively) and I think aloud on this blog. But this time was different since somebody actually had the power to reject but still published my review. Deep down, I feel really proud of myself and a trifle bit sad thinking of the alternative career path that I missed. I cant help recollecting the time my mother brainwashed me into taking up a professional course instead of the degree in journalism or literature that I was contemplating. I wish I hadn't relented. And I admit I continue to be jealous of the distant cousin who was allowed to pursue a degree in visual communication. Her articles are featured regularly in a national daily.
Again, I end up thinking that perhaps, in a parallel universe (this is becoming a frequent occurrence in my blogs!), I am happy being a journalist and enjoying writing. In the meanwhile, if not a hardcore journalist, I atleast made a start at being a foodie journalist! I dont claim I'll write regularly about every restaurant that I visit but if there is something that I really like or hate, I'll surely write about it. Thats the upside of not being in the profession, huh?!;)
Well, then, bloggerboy, 'Good day!' from the foodie journalist!:)

now and then or.. then and now?

creativity at its peak,
imagination soared.
flip channels and turn pages,
positively bored.

saying the three words made the heart quiver.
out of sheer habit, say the words over and over.

my best asset,
my lifelong liability.
blame game dominates
to hide that i'm feeling guilty.

we think we've understood,
and hence, make no fresh attempt.
makes you wonder is it true
that familiarity breeds contempt?