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Another Day, Another World


          Today was no ordinary day, today me and my batch-mates were to do one of the crucial assignments of the semester. The assignment was that of TV Journalism and Production in which we had to make an entire package of a TV program. This was my first camera handling assignment and I was excited.I went over to a friend with another friend and we head out to Surajkund Mela. 
          The mela was the same as the last year ( yea last year too we came here and had another assignment :P) but, was completely different. The very moment we entered I met my group and we were given the camera to record. That is when the mela changed its outlook to me, I saw shots and frames, the stills for montage and so on. The ordinary and tangible gate with letters "Chattisgarh Gate 2015" etched on it looked like a fascinating thing that must be captured, the food stalls with familiar looking scent started to morph into a display of mouthwatering delicacies. The entire place was filled with art, craft and cultures from all over India, and the same of few other countries too.
          When that ended we all breathed a sigh of relief but, work wasn't done, what lie ahead of me was something so wondrous that I had to learn about the flavors, the way those masterpieces of art came into being et cetra. Firstly, i encountered this stall with a juice that was alien to me, the juice was that of dates and believe me when I tell you it was heaven and I wished to buy a few liters for home as well, then i came towards this exquisite stall for "Chana Jor Garam" and they had this amazing tang and that mouthwatering mix of spices. These 2 were the initial highlights later, when I was coming back from the mela with my 3 friends we stopped by for an ice-cream which was another teaser for the tingling taste buds. I rode most of the time like a dog with its tongue out and face out the window but, in a subtle and humane manner (yea! im not awkward, Im just cool), a guy drove by telling me to get my head inside and i told him this as it was the first reason that popped in my head "Yaar Hawa Bohot Acchi Hai" (the wind is way too good)!!
          

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