At around 8.30 pm today, after longer than an elephant can remember, inspiration FINALLY struck my bamboozled head. The timing couldn't be better, because it's a sure-fire sign that I won't submit 4000 words of crap as my research project.
So this is a master's dissertation sort of thingy part of my journalism course at Express Institute of Media Studies. I'm looking at continental food in the capital city's backpacker capital Paharganj. I couldn't have landed a dreamier story. Only thing is, a lot has already been written about the place which could have put me off but it's made my job easier because I know now what I can't do. It does limit the field a bit but opens up the window for originality and quirkiness, which is going to be the selling point of the piece. The carrot on the stick here is the one in a million chance for the story to appear in The Indian Express. But irrespective of that, it's gotta be amazing.
I couldn't think of a better way to warm up because the deadline is tomorrow. Words are flowing in my head. I'm out. Here we go.