Few people choose editing as a profession. More often, the professionof editing chooses them.
In one sense, everyone edits.
Writers who revise even one word in a manuscript have started editing their work.
A speaker who pauses in mid-sentence to find a better word or phrase, a manager who revises an instruction or restates a policy, a secretary who clarifies a sentence in someone else's dictation is, for the moment, an editor.
Though it has only one purpose: to improve the quality of communication: editing is a highly specialized profession.
Most editors deal with words; some work with pictures, design,production, or management.
I have this habit of pointing out mistakes, I just can never ignore the mistakes in a newspaper, could never ignore the discrepancies I found in my mathematics textbook. I'm some one who you could call a perfection freak which at most of the times has unfortunately worked against me but still I like to stick to this habit of mine.
As an experience for the current post I have been writing blogs since 2006 which have been highly appreciated among my peer group. Also I was co-editor and the one who launched a separate magazine for Civil Engineering Department, IIT Delhi in 2007. Then to add to my experience I had been a part of the team to work on our departmental website of IIT Delhi during my under-graduation.

I completely know that as an editor I will simultaneously be serving the publication's best and least informed readers. And I can assure that I will surely add value to existing Newletter through my own experience as well by learning from my co-workers.


** P.S: Speech I gave at elections for post of Gradnew Editor for Graduate Representative Organization, JHU

EXPERIENCE CALLED AS "LOVE"

Firstly, I wanna thank all the b'full ladies who came in my life and helped me experience this much b'full feeling.


Could never understand,
Why dint nebody hold my hand,
Believe me, I'm harmless,
Though I can't build a fortress
But I have my heart,
Don't hit it with your dart,
It needs to be adored,
Will never tell you, I'm bored,
Will keep you like a pearl,
Respect you like a princess,
Anybody can have a girl,
But love, love is something else !!
Who does not has dreams,
Mine are far apart from realms,
But the best part being,
I only dream of giving,
I cannot be "Krrish",
Atleast m not selfish,
I don't expect,
I'm also not perfect,
I just want you to be by my side,
While sailing over every single tide,
Nothing else matters,
Everything is in shatters,
If you are not there,
There's no glare...
Still........
Could never understand,
Why dint nebody ever hold my hand........

Prshant

Imagine a world without money,

Believe me, it would not be funny,

Had man never invented this paper,

would have understood god much deeper...

At the beginning,

If there had been a tendency,

to not discover the currency,

There would be love all around,

Like no one ever found...

Doctors heel because of love,

People work because of love,

People love because of love...

Would have been so beautiful,

But if today,

We take it away,

There would be such bad a scene,

Nobody would have ever seen,

Of hunger people dying,

Of greed people dying,

Without love people dying...

Without people, people dying.... !!

Twenty three years just flew by,
Many came and many said good bye,
All I can do is try,
To not to wonder why.....!!

Time is here,
time is none,
But I got to learn,
Its not all about fun,
It may b a game for some,
The basics should be firm.. !!

Got my feets on the ground,
Loved everyone I ever found,
For sure nothing can be bound,
Logic not always needs to be sound.... !!

Somethings need to be accepted,
Not everything is related,
Sometimes you gotta lie,
At others you have to say Bye,
Sometimes you have some fears,
At others you can't control your tears,
Sometimes months seem like years,
At others you are with your peers,
Sometimes you are with the flow,
At others you have to "Let Go",

All you need to understand,
Whether it is good, or it is bad,
Whatever you have today,
Has to go one day !!

- Prshant

For some friendship is true,

For others it’s just glue,

Which sticks the holes,

In their souls.

People come and go,

Making life slow,

For some it’s a tradition

For others it is a mission

But there are precious few,

Whom you always want in your crew,

Just never let them fade,

Market for love has never been made...

                                                  - Prshant

 People come, people go,

Like this, the life flows,

 Some may come so close,

That you wanna write a prose,

 Just control yourself then,

On a count of ten,

 Nobody stays forever,

But some are clever,

 If you keep on giving,

And ever forgiving,

At the end of this track,

Your heart is bound to break,

Take my advice,

Just stick to the flow,

And remember,

People come, and they have to go........

-Prshant