The day of the anniversary

Today was the Times of India’s 75th birthday, which meant that the whole building was in celebration. As I entered the door this morning there were musicians in the foyer playing music and dancers in traditional dress. The doorway had been adorned with flowers and paper shapes and there was a huge board announcing that it was the anniversary of the Times of India’s opening.

I completed some more stories, as the deadline for print was extended. I wrote another story that involves Chanel, which can now go in this next issue. It was quite hectic in the office everyone was arranging and then rearranging pages.

As we went upstairs for lunch in the cafeteria, we were greeted with more paper garlands and fairy lights. We discovered that dinner today was free due to the celebration which was awesome! The food was nicer than usual and we even got it on a plate instead of a tray! We had spicy herb roti, wild rice, chole, which is like a chickpea curry, cham cham which is a sweet that looks like a mini tuna sub and weird crisps that looked like quavers.

After lunch I wrote the text for one of the last fashion pieces! I can’t believe how much of my stuff is in the magazine, I’m so excited to see it actually printed!

Again, I’m sorry about the unimaginative anecdotes but we’ve been so busy I’ve barely had time to breathe. Me and the girls haven’t had time to do any of the things we wanted to do for my last week. Tomorrow I’m taking in cakes and chocolates as it’s my last day, and I’m getting cards for the girls and the editor to say thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity and for giving me such an amazing work experience.

I am rather sad I’m going, I’ve made some really good friends here and it’s a shame to leave when I’m just getting to know these awesome people. They’ve all promised to come stay as they’re all really curious about Britain. I’ll definitely be going back so I’ll no doubt see some of them again, and then there’s Facebook.

After lots more work me, Aarti and Meghna went for snacks in the cafeteria. It was a really weird, yet strangely tasty concoction. Bombay mix, covered in curry, with chopped red onion on top, and bread. Sounds horrible right? It tasted so good though, I just embraced the glaciosity of the meal and ate it without whinging. Collectively it is called misal pav.

I left the office at around nine, which sucked as now I am back in the guest house finishing my case study for tomorrow, and have had no break whatsoever from typing and working hard. My brain is barely functioning! I’m going to give myself an hour of rest to watch Castle, although I’ll still be busy trying to guess tonight’s murderer so it’s not that relaxing.

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