We are live!! Presenting the debut issue of The Indian Trumpet magazine!
theindiantrumpet.com
To all the people I knew, got to know and will
know through this magazine.
Big fat Indian wedding. Friends, food,
family. Tears and happy tears. Heena and happiness. NRI husband. Packing bags. Saying
good bye to home.
Big fat Indian magazine. Supporters, critics
and stress. Enthusiasm and challenges. Dreams and deadlines. NRI readers. Proof
reading. Uploading the magazine.
The last few weeks have been exciting, tiring,
fascinating and challenging. I lived through moments that made me smile and
scream at the same time. There were times when the laptop misbehaved, fonts got
mixed up and writers and photographers missed deadlines, but then these
were complemented with times when my inbox got flooded with
encouraging words, download speeds improved and colours and words just fell
into place. And while the ‘new’ bride in me had made me believe that planning
an Indian wedding was perhaps the toughest thing to do in the world, I
realised that it was easier than living the dream of starting a magazine on
your own. (Honestly, my mom-dad and sister were the real wedding planners and I
was just the showstopper, but even watching them do it all was exhausting.
And yes, they were patient with me both when I chattered about the
wedding or mag! ) I also learnt that a husband could be a perfect roommate and
be as supportive as a 4 am friend in the hostel room. (I was happy to
watch the NRI husband switch roles between being a business development manager
and a web-designer & proof-reader.) I even accepted that while I couldn’t
do it all in one issue, each day would bring me one step closer than I was
the day before to achieving my dream of starting my own
magazine. I began to smile at the thought that as an NRI, I was getting a
chance to love, miss and appreciate the ‘home’ as well as greet, explore and
admire the ‘new home’. And honestly, even if someone had told me that this
is how the journey would be from Delhi, India to Dubai, UAE, I would have
still done exactly the same thing and with the same enthusiasm.
Yes, when this Indian girl landed in Dubai she felt
she couldn’t leave behind her passion for journalism& love for home. At the
same time, she couldn’t help but play with fonts, colours and words to create
something for the fellow NRIs here. Little did she know that hearts & minds
from all communities would greet her dream with the same passion and
love.
So this is my story. And the story of how The Indian Trumpet magazine came into being. And from here on it is going to be our story for this is your space.
Till we meet next, happy tooting!
Purva
founder & editor
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