Life is the name of joy and struggle .Everybody has some moments of happiness and some moments of sorrow but every body wants that their life should be full of happiness .Now days every person wants to be professional. I also want to be a professional .In my childhood I used to take interest in practical work instead of theories .I always used to take interest in field work or creative work .I was crazy for participating in science exhibitions ,speeches , debates , group discussions ,anchoring etc and have always liked express my opinion & views on various topics ,whenever school organized a program .I was always chosen as the anchor for that particular program .whenever I delivered a speech ,every time I felt that I posses a good quality of speaking .My parents and friends told me that you should recognize your quality ,so I felt that I have creativity and I can do something creative .Then I thought about Journalism and Mass Communication .I want to do something creative in my life , since childhood I have been fond of watching and hearing the news .I like news readers I also want to be a news reader ,it my passion and ambition ; but in my home town no body had knowledge about this course so I have faced many problems . I had to search for many things, which were related to this course. I had to applying many universities for entrance exams.
When I gave my entrance exam in Dayalbagh University I was really tensed because my written exam was fine but my interview was not very good but after all I get selected, so it’s really good for me because this is the first step of my career .My first semester was related to the Print Media .I have learnt many things in first semester,which are new & amazing for me .I saw that there are many options for my career as a Reporter ,Designer, Editor ,Advertiser and Photo journalist so I can choose any option for my bright future.
Now days second semester is going on, which is related to Electronic Media .Here are many options for my career as News reader, Live reporter, Net Designer, News anchor etc .And I know very well that in these fields name and fame both are there well now I am enjoying this course .After finishing this course I will do my best for my bright future.
That’s why I am doing Post Graduate Diploma course in Journalism and Mass Communication.(-:) (-:) (-:)
In this blog I am writing about my experiences in Agra......... It can be good or bad ....
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
It's my family.........'''''''''
In my hostel life I am only one student of journalism and mass communication .I have no classmates here but I am happy because of my room mate and my hostel mates .In morning time juniors are wish me (Radha Soami Ma'am )that time I realize that I am a senior and they all are juniors but I think that it is my foolish thought .when I talk to my juniors I feel that I am also a junior so I easily share my feelings with them I want to discuss an incident related to the juniors to all. Actually when I came into my hostel, only few students knew about me and on third day I went to room number 135 for taking a book but by chance I entered into room number 134 because I was not wearing my spectacles so I confused . When I entered the room, girls of that room asked me “who are you, why have you entered this room without knocking the door? Don’t you have any knowledge about the rules of hostel?”I replied that I was really sorry but since door was already open that’s why I didn’t knock the door .Immediately one girl said (In first year ka to dimag kaharb hai sub pagal hi ate hai yaha toa ,so friends is frist year ko kaun sa punishment diya jai ) when I heard this I knew ,what problem was with these girls .I left the room and told this to my room mate ,then my room mate told to the warden about this problem so my warden took action immediately and asked them to apologize to Divya ,after this the girls came into my room and said sorry Mam .We didn’t know that you are a PG scholar .“hearing this I said no problem but next time please don’t create such type of problem for juniors” it’s a very amazing incident for me .when I remember this I laugh in hostel .I also miss many things like my bed ,my room , my T.V.and most of all my mobile and mom’s food .Hostel food is also very good but there is no love of my mother .I also like one thing in my hostel that is birthday parties ,it is really very good we all celebrate the birthday party at night time .We all sing songs , dance etc .It’s too good since I feel that we all are for each other .Now I am so happy with my hotel family and I like each members of this family
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Something good for me in hostel ..........'''''''
In my opinion, hostel life has its own pains and pleasure. Hostel life gives us opportunity to learn and experience many new things. I can never forget my first day in the hostel.
Here In the hostel, we learn to value things and advice of our parents. All fellow hostellers seem to me as part of my family. Back home, my mother used to always instruct me not to waste water, electricity, food etc. But I didn’t listen to her. In the hostel, I have to strictly follow these rules like cleaning the room, maintaining the garden etc. If I break them, I am punished. We have to wash bathrooms, corridor, maintain the garden, etc .One thing about the hostel, which really impressed me was the concept of “wing meetings”.
For every wing there is an In-charge, who takes care of it. In my first wing meeting, we new hostellers were asked to introduce ourselves and were made aware of the hostel rules and regulations. We were told not to use more than one bucket of water, not to wash clothes while taking bath. I remembered my mother and her advices. I was such a lazy girl at home but here in the hostel, I have learnt the value of time. My parents are really happy to see the change in me.(-:) (-:)
Here In the hostel, we learn to value things and advice of our parents. All fellow hostellers seem to me as part of my family. Back home, my mother used to always instruct me not to waste water, electricity, food etc. But I didn’t listen to her. In the hostel, I have to strictly follow these rules like cleaning the room, maintaining the garden etc. If I break them, I am punished. We have to wash bathrooms, corridor, maintain the garden, etc .One thing about the hostel, which really impressed me was the concept of “wing meetings”.
For every wing there is an In-charge, who takes care of it. In my first wing meeting, we new hostellers were asked to introduce ourselves and were made aware of the hostel rules and regulations. We were told not to use more than one bucket of water, not to wash clothes while taking bath. I remembered my mother and her advices. I was such a lazy girl at home but here in the hostel, I have learnt the value of time. My parents are really happy to see the change in me.(-:) (-:)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
A day in the life ........''''''''
I want to say that, my first day in Agra was not good for me. This was my first time when I left my parents so I was very tense. When I reached Agra I found that my hostel form was missing, and my warden said Where is your hostel form, I said that I don’t have my hostel form and my hostel form is at my friend’s room. So I am going at my friend’s room to bring the form. When I reached at my friend room, I felt that I had lost my money, It was shocking for me and I was in dilemma that what to do and what not to do but suddenly, my father’s advice came in my mind that in new place (where, there is no relative) only money helps you so it was very bad for me .Then after taking my form and came to my hostel. My warden told me where the signature of Dean is. Again she told me that I want a form signed by Dean ,then I went to university for signature but… , Dean was not there it was also shocking for me because it was must for me , then I waited there for three hours. After that I came in hostel and submitted my hostel form to warden mam .
Then saw my room & my room number was 220, at that time I thanked God because room number was 220 not 420. Then I saw my room mate. This was also good for me because my room mate also belongs to my city and she was my batch mate in 10+2 so I was very happy. )-:) (-:)(-:)
Then saw my room & my room number was 220, at that time I thanked God because room number was 220 not 420. Then I saw my room mate. This was also good for me because my room mate also belongs to my city and she was my batch mate in 10+2 so I was very happy. )-:) (-:)(-:)
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