I was just about 16 when I first interned at a newspaper. Naturally, I was the enthu-cutlet on the block, trying to sink my teeth into any story I could get. It’s a ruthless work environment plagued by time crunching deadlines and a constant demand for versatility. You have to hunt for stories, stalk people on social media, see if their stories are worth reading. But if you show them you’re willing, nobody will turn down a good story.
The Deccan Chronicle Features Office, Bangalore gave me one too many oppurtunities and by the second week I was giving in column after column. At first, the thrill of seeing your name printed at the end of an article is fulfilling enough for an intern. But of course, I began pitching bigger ideas for actual articles, later on.