
Above: HT City, a daily supplement in the Hindustan Times, on the racks at the printing press (more photos in slideshow below). PHOTO: Robbie Corey-Boulet
A few months ago, SAJAforum asked for tips for American journalists heading to South Asia for the first time. We got some excellent responses (including some from senior journalists there and here) - please check out the comments and add your own.
The reason for the request was that there were a lot of U.S. journalists and journalism students heading to India this summer, for internships, fellowships, assignments, etc. At Columbia Journalism School, where I teach, we had four graduates heading for internships at The Hindustan Times - and that was just one school.
One of the Columbia interns, Robbie Corey-Boulet, sent us the following essay about his work in New Delhi. Please post your responses below. We'd love to run similar essays from other first-time-in-South Asia journos, too: saja[at]columbia.edu
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The "Western perspective" and its perils: One summer at a New Delhi daily
By Robbie Corey-Boulet
Robbie Corey-Boulet, a Brown University graduate, is a freelance journalist whose work has appeared in The Manhattan Times, The Orange County Register, Seattle Metropolitan and on various Web sites and wire services, including PBS Washington Week. He plans to return to India in January on a Pulitzer Traveling Fellowship awarded by the Graduate School of Journalism at Columbia University.
The 24-story high-rise next to the Hindustan Times office building,
located in New Delhi's Connaught Place, houses, on its top floor, a
restaurant named Parikrama. In Hindi, "parikrama" means
"circumambulation," or "orbit"; the restaurant floor completes one
360-degree turn every 90 minutes or so.
Two weeks into my summer reporting internship at HT, I decided,
along with the other interns, to visit Parikrama one night for a drink.
After we ordered (I chose the "Manhatton"), we reviewed our first days
on the job, discussing our first stories and our attempts to report
them; devising a plan to ask the editor for more multimedia equipment;
and recapping the set of introductory meetings the company had arranged
for us, which spanned three days and culminated in a three-hour trip to
the printing press.
Eventually, I lost the thread of the conversation and, while the
floor creaked through another revolution, looked out the window to take
in the skyline. I discovered, however, that there is no view of the
skyline at night in New Delhi. The buildings do not glow like those in
Seattle or New York. From high up, the only visible lights, apart from
the cars, were fleeting — a burst of fireworks off to the right, or a
jet passing through the frame.
In the moment, the view was a disappointment, one that added to a
persistent sense of disorientation. As the summer wore on, I found it
oddly evocative of my first months in India, a period during which I
ran around day after day in pursuit of sources but came away, even as I
completed my assignments, with only the tiniest flashes of insight into
the country.
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