Writing about journalists: Series-I
By T P Mishra
Sept 26: festival matters a lot for me. One of the greatest festivals of Hindu people “DASHAIN” has stepped into everyone’s house—from transparent huts in camps to small house or apartment in different corners of the world where Bhutanese, mainly refugees, are residing.
At a time when the day of teeka is approaching nearer, I have almost started recalling the moments, when I was 5-24 years, from Bhutan to refugee camps in Nepal where I used to receive teeka and blessings from my parents and other senior relatives. I am 25 now but I have had never had experiences of missing this great festival.
At this point, without a doubt, you should have come across some questions– why are you missing your festival this year? Can’t there be possibility to observe it in New York City? Please permit me to make you to remain ‘hold on’ with the reasons until another few posts but really I have began missing my parents and relatives back in camps. This is the first Dashain out of 24 that I would be missing.
I have been writing about other’s Dashain a lot—let they celebrate or not, but I know I have no choice, thus, I will rock on my feelings here. Early in the morning today, I was a bit frustrated. Reason: journalists write other’s stories but who writes about journalist’s sufferings and stories? Public always look for information around. Journalists keep updating them. But, often their own stories “go unheard.” I will write about other’s Dashain. Who writes about my Dashain? Perhaps I can write. Nonetheless, it may not interest audience if I go with mainstream media like the Bhutan News Service. Wait me for another posts. HAPPY Dashain to all.
Source: Journalism in Exile