Rahini is working at the papers on her table. A girl comes to her cabin.
"Mam!!!"
Rahini looks at the girl. "Yes"
"Mam, we have group of new joinees for the editorial team. We need to start the orientation program for them."
"Oh.Yeah. How many people have joined?"
"Totally 13 people. Five experienced reporters and rest fresh graduates"
"OK. Fine. I will be there in five minutes."
The girl leaves. Rahini sets erect the papers she have on her table. She leaves her table and comes out of her
cabin.
Rahini enters inside a conference room where group of people are seated. Rahini smiles at all of them.
The girl beside her says "Hi all, Let me have the pleasure to introduce you all to one of the star celebrities of our country and who is also our Creative Director and our future Editor In Chief Mrs.Rahini Dixit"
The people give a gentle applaud. Rahini smiles at them and playfully stares at the girl."Naughty girl.Keep quiet."
"Mam!!!"
Rahini looks at the girl. "Yes"
"Mam, we have group of new joinees for the editorial team. We need to start the orientation program for them."
"Oh.Yeah. How many people have joined?"
"Totally 13 people. Five experienced reporters and rest fresh graduates"
"OK. Fine. I will be there in five minutes."
The girl leaves. Rahini sets erect the papers she have on her table. She leaves her table and comes out of her
cabin.
Rahini enters inside a conference room where group of people are seated. Rahini smiles at all of them.
The girl beside her says "Hi all, Let me have the pleasure to introduce you all to one of the star celebrities of our country and who is also our Creative Director and our future Editor In Chief Mrs.Rahini Dixit"
The people give a gentle applaud. Rahini smiles at them and playfully stares at the girl."Naughty girl.Keep quiet."
She then turns towards them.
"Hello everybody. It is a great pleasure to welcome you all to this Hindusthan Family.SWAGATHAM"
The group applaud again.
"Whenever I have an orientation program, I get the nostology of the orientation which I had here.It reminds me the journey which I have gone through.Well Let us begin our program.So you thirteen of you..."
Rahini counts the heads. She turns towards the girl, "Hey what you said 13 here there are only 12."
The girl also counts and wonders.
"Mam, one person has gone out to attend a call." said one young girl.
"Oh. OK. But anyways I am requesting you to silent your mobiles for time being.I don't want any hurdles."
All take their mobile and make it silent.
"So shall we start or shall we wait for that 13th person?" asks Rahini.
"Mam, please wait. The person who left is somewhat an interesting guy.He is a sensational news maker.Sure you have to meet him." says the girl
"Sensational newsmaker!!!"
"Yes Mam. Do you remember some time back a sensational double murder which took place in Noida.
The reporter who covered that story is the one whom you are going to meet."
Rahini reminds of the news the girl mentioning. She gets reminded of the news information.
Rahini to herself. "Oh.Yeah. The double murder case where a woman killed her husband and mother-in-law due the extreme dowry harassment. The article which highly criticized the whole women community in a very disgusting way.Gosh, What, is she saying that idiotic guy is here?"
Her face turns odd and in anger. yet she conceals her expressions. The entrance door opens and a guy comes inside.
The girl beside Rahini leaps enthusiastically and says "Mam. Here he comes."
Rahini turns towards the door and looks at the guy. The guy looks at her. Both of them look at each other in the shock.
Rahini hears the voice uttering the words
"I know how you women take advantage of your situations with your so called beauty. With the physical appearance you all think you can do anything and bring the whole world under your palms."
The guy looks at Rahini and he hears the voice,
"Is this the way you speak to a stranger woman? You are crossing your limit. Stop your nonsense bluffs before I say something"
"Mam. He is the one who I told. Mr.Pratik Chopra."
Rahini and the guy Pratik look at each other still.
"Mam. He is one of the popular reporters in Punjab."
Rahini does not respond and looks at him. The girl turns towards him "Mr.Pratik. I know she does not need any introduction. Meet Mrs.Rahini. Our boss"
"Boss?", Pratik looks at Rahini in shock. Rahini looks at him indifferently.
"Yeah. Boss. Why you are so surprised.You did not expect that you are going to work under India's star journalist huh?" asked that girl.
Pratik looks at Rahini and shows further shock. When both look at each other the girl interrupts.
"Mam. Shall I leave now?", the girl leaves from the room.
"Mam. He is one of the popular reporters in Punjab."
Rahini does not respond and looks at him. The girl turns towards him "Mr.Pratik. I know she does not need any introduction. Meet Mrs.Rahini. Our boss"
"Boss?", Pratik looks at Rahini in shock. Rahini looks at him indifferently.
"Yeah. Boss. Why you are so surprised.You did not expect that you are going to work under India's star journalist huh?" asked that girl.
Pratik looks at Rahini and shows further shock. When both look at each other the girl interrupts.
"Mam. Shall I leave now?", the girl leaves from the room.
"Yeah." The girl leaves from the hall. Rahini says to Pratik "Can you please take your seat Mr.Star newsmaker. Let me have the orientation get started."
Pratik looks at her in the same intense dislike look. He looks others and goes to his seat.
Rahini looks at the gathering.
"Well. Now begins our orientation program.I am your Creative Director.I take care of the stories and their creative aspects,presentation,co-ordination of the reporters and additionally I will be the initial reviewer of your stories before it is moved to Editor-In-Chief"
The crowd listens to her.
"Before that, I have a question. Why you wanted to be journalist when you are provided with ample of options that pays you high salary and let you live a hi-fi life?. Can any body specially any new comer answer me?"
One girl stands up and says "Journalism is a very divine profession where we act as a mediator in revealing the truth to the society."
"OK. Then?"
"Another girl stands up and says "We deliver truth to the society and by the way the innocent and affected people are benefited"
"How we deliver the truth? Somebody packs up the truth,seals it,stamps it and we are delivering in a bi-cycle wearing brown uniforms?" asks Rahini.
Nobody answers.
"The truth behind the journalism is asking questions. Keep asking and keep on asking until you get correct answer. Investigative journalism.The answer may be in any form. The question which you ask on behalf of the society should be answered that too correctly.Here we are the middle people. Neutral. As a good journalist, your job is getting over till you fetch the answer. It is the society which should decide the right and wrong in it and not you."
Rahini looks at Pratik and continues her speech.
"As a journalist you belong to the truth.For you, there is no right and there is no wrong. You are unbiased. You are not supposed to instill your own thoughts and views on the society and make them think like you."
"What am I right Mr.Pratik?" asks Rahini
Pratik does not answer. He looks at her angrily.
"Well the star reporter can clearly explain you the true journalism. Who best can do this than him? Huh."
"His recent story coverage on Noida double murder case can be set up a good example This is the story. A woman kills her husband and mother-in-law.From the general point of view, she did it because she was harassed for dowry, compelled to prostitution and refusing on which she should commit suicide. As a matter of self defense she killed them to save her life. But this star reporter has covered the news in an different angle."
Pratik looks at her in the same intense dislike look. He looks others and goes to his seat.
Rahini looks at the gathering.
"Well. Now begins our orientation program.I am your Creative Director.I take care of the stories and their creative aspects,presentation,co-ordination of the reporters and additionally I will be the initial reviewer of your stories before it is moved to Editor-In-Chief"
The crowd listens to her.
"Before that, I have a question. Why you wanted to be journalist when you are provided with ample of options that pays you high salary and let you live a hi-fi life?. Can any body specially any new comer answer me?"
One girl stands up and says "Journalism is a very divine profession where we act as a mediator in revealing the truth to the society."
"OK. Then?"
"Another girl stands up and says "We deliver truth to the society and by the way the innocent and affected people are benefited"
"How we deliver the truth? Somebody packs up the truth,seals it,stamps it and we are delivering in a bi-cycle wearing brown uniforms?" asks Rahini.
Nobody answers.
"The truth behind the journalism is asking questions. Keep asking and keep on asking until you get correct answer. Investigative journalism.The answer may be in any form. The question which you ask on behalf of the society should be answered that too correctly.Here we are the middle people. Neutral. As a good journalist, your job is getting over till you fetch the answer. It is the society which should decide the right and wrong in it and not you."
Rahini looks at Pratik and continues her speech.
"As a journalist you belong to the truth.For you, there is no right and there is no wrong. You are unbiased. You are not supposed to instill your own thoughts and views on the society and make them think like you."
"What am I right Mr.Pratik?" asks Rahini
Pratik does not answer. He looks at her angrily.
"Well the star reporter can clearly explain you the true journalism. Who best can do this than him? Huh."
"His recent story coverage on Noida double murder case can be set up a good example This is the story. A woman kills her husband and mother-in-law.From the general point of view, she did it because she was harassed for dowry, compelled to prostitution and refusing on which she should commit suicide. As a matter of self defense she killed them to save her life. But this star reporter has covered the news in an different angle."
Pratik looks at her
Rahini continues "Mr.Pratik's argument says how women influence men in the name of money and luxury. He analyses the truth in different angle. He neither supported the victims nor the killer instead he spits on whole women's greed and how men are innocently trapped in that greed. What a neutral thinking. Isn't it?I am very happy that we are going to have such a thinker in our team. A Genius Star Reporter!!!"
Rahini continues "Mr.Pratik's argument says how women influence men in the name of money and luxury. He analyses the truth in different angle. He neither supported the victims nor the killer instead he spits on whole women's greed and how men are innocently trapped in that greed. What a neutral thinking. Isn't it?I am very happy that we are going to have such a thinker in our team. A Genius Star Reporter!!!"
Everybody look at Pratik with some discomfort and he rises from his chair angrily and opens his mouth to say something.
"OK. Guys. Shortly you will be shared with the orientation schedule. Once again I welcome you all. Meet you all soon in my team."
Rahini finishes her speech and everybody warmly applaud. Pratik and Rahini look at each other while she leaves the room.
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Rahini comes out of the conference room when one hand extended in front and stopped her. Rahini looks at the person and stares at him.
"So you think you have insulted me in front of everybody and got me punished?" asks Pratik
Rahini turns her head away implying not willing to answer.
Pratik continues in a conceited tone,"You are wrong unfortunately. None your attempts can touch even my hair. My impression about women and about you is never going to change. You women are..."
"Had I known that you are going to come here, I would have done something and not let you inside this campus." replies Rahini in repugnance. "Even now I have power to do that by a single word. A word which can change your fate."
"You Mockingly said one phrase inside, remember?. Star reporter. You know I have such a name for real. And you know how I got it? By changing the fate of others. It is me who decide the fate of people and you are saying you are going to change mine."
Rahini looks at surprisingly.
"Fine. Let us take it as a challenge. I will see who changes whose fate." Pratik leaves the place with anger footsteps.
"Gosh. What is this? Why all idiotic people are crossing my life time and again? Well, I will surely teach you what a woman actually is.Wait and watch" Rahini thinks to herself.
She leaves from the place in another way with angry footsteps.
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Rahini comes out of the conference room when one hand extended in front and stopped her. Rahini looks at the person and stares at him.
"So you think you have insulted me in front of everybody and got me punished?" asks Pratik
Rahini turns her head away implying not willing to answer.
Pratik continues in a conceited tone,"You are wrong unfortunately. None your attempts can touch even my hair. My impression about women and about you is never going to change. You women are..."
"Had I known that you are going to come here, I would have done something and not let you inside this campus." replies Rahini in repugnance. "Even now I have power to do that by a single word. A word which can change your fate."
"You Mockingly said one phrase inside, remember?. Star reporter. You know I have such a name for real. And you know how I got it? By changing the fate of others. It is me who decide the fate of people and you are saying you are going to change mine."
Rahini looks at surprisingly.
"Fine. Let us take it as a challenge. I will see who changes whose fate." Pratik leaves the place with anger footsteps.
"Gosh. What is this? Why all idiotic people are crossing my life time and again? Well, I will surely teach you what a woman actually is.Wait and watch" Rahini thinks to herself.
She leaves from the place in another way with angry footsteps.
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Shri Siddhivinayak temple stands in magnificent way with a pride of blessing thousands of devotees daily. The deity never did bless only general public but also celebrities and their family members. Only Shri Siddhivinayak is aware whether the people coming to visit there, come to worship Him or his celebrity devotees.
A car stops in front of the temple. An elderly woman gets down from the car along with two other elderly women. All have a pooja thaali (plate containing materials for worship) in their hand.
"Munna, come and pick us up after 1 hour" says the elder woman to the driver of the car. The car leaves from the place and all the three women start to walk towards the temple premises.
"This week's visit completes my six week worship. Shri Siddhivinayak is truly a powerful God. My wish has got fulfilled and my daughter got admission in medical college." says a woman standing next to the elderly woman.
"Yeah you are absolutely correct. You see I was praying for the good health of my husband when he suffered from Jaundice. At that time, I literally lost hope about his health condition when doctors were not able to cure him.But thankfully my husband got better when I started to perform the worship." said a third elderly woman
"Yes. God never let us down when we truly devote our self to Him" said the second elder woman.
The first elder woman did not reply anything to the conversation of the other two women.
"Mruna, What you are so silent? What I say is correct na?" asks the second woman.
The elder woman looks at the other two with a sad smile.
"Yeah. God helps us when we truly devote ourself to him. But the definition of true devotion differs from person to person.His expectation level is not same for all of his devotees" says the elder woman.
"Oh, Mruna, Why do you say like that? Did he not granted your wish finally after this much of years? Did you forget you have come here to start your worship as He fulfilled your long desire?" asks the woman.
Mrunalini again gives a sad smile to them without answering. All the three of them enter inside the security panel of women. The lady police gives her a smile after the formal security checking and Mrunalini smiles at her.
All the women enter inside the temple premises with their respective worship plates. Mrunalini looks at the Siddhivinayak and the pooja performed for Him. She has despondency in her face.
"Ganapthi Bappa!!! Why are you testing me like this? When I was married, I was very happy that I was blessed with all sorts of happiness,wealth,love and everything.But now only wealth is left in my home. All others have gone.I don't know what you want me to do. After this much many years, now only a minute part of my plea is coming true. How many more years it is going to take for the whole of my request to come to life. I am already very tired. Please relieve me from the stress which I am facing now. Please end all the sorrows in my family and bring the light to us. A Light which can drive all the darkness in our home."
Mrunalini worships the God with tears in her eyes. Another elderly woman puts hand on her shoulder implying Everything will be fine soon.
All the three women come out of the temple after the worship. One elderly woman says
"Mruna, I need to buy some things for the pooja. Can you wait for a wait for a while?"
Mrunalini smiles and says, "Sure, you finish your shopping until I shall stay here"
The other two women leave from there. Mrunalini sits near a bench and waits for them finish the shopping. She closes her eyes and gets into a deep thought.
"I don't want anybody in my life. I don't want mother, don't want family and I don't ever want this child which separated my wife from me. I don't want to see the face of this child.Take it away and leave me alone"
Mobile phone vibrates. Mrunalini opens her eyes and looks at the phone and attends the call
"Mruna, I have finished my shopping. Come to the entrance" says the woman in phone.
"Yeah.OK" Mrunalini disconnects the phone. She rises from the bench and starts to walk.
Mrunalini stops in between as she walks. She holds her hand in her head. She continues to walk but she feels uncomfortable. She holds her hand on her head and falls down on the road.
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