I’ve been told this at least 562 times —
“Nivedita, you’re so funny. You should totally have your own chat show.”
And you know what? Maybe they’re right.
Because these days, I feel like I am living a reality show… only it’s called:
“The Great Indian Job Hunt: Season 384 – The Rejection Chronicles.”
Streaming nowhere. No sponsors. Just vibes and unpaid bills.
Let’s rewind for a sec.
I started in media when we were still editing on Beta tapes and you had to wait two hours just to render a slow-mo shot. I’ve given 3 a.m. approvals in my nightie. I’ve written K-serials, launched OTTs, handled celebrity tantrums, and survived TRP meetings without flipping a table.
I’ve built shows, built teams, even built a café (shoutout to Miller House, which at least doesn’t ghost me like headhunters do).
So you’d think finding a job now would be… easier?
Wrong.
Turns out, experience is a double-edged sword.
Either I’m too senior, or too independent, or my favorite:
“You’ve already done so much. What more do you want?”
Um. A salary? Maybe Wi-Fi that I didn’t pay for with EMIs?
I’ve been told I’m intimidating. I’ve been told I’m “too out there.”
One guy literally said, “Ma’am, you don’t seem desperate enough.”
Sorry. Should I cry on Zoom?
So now I’m applying to jobs I don’t even want — like some warped game of corporate roulette.
Writing cover letters with fake enthusiasm:
“I’ve always dreamed of working in high-speed invoice tracking…”
(I haven’t. No one has. Stop lying.)
And LinkedIn?
Let’s just say I’ve refreshed that thing more than I’ve checked my daughter’s exam results.
So here’s what I did instead:
I stopped pretending.
And I started What’s Your Callingg.
A place where people like me — funny, flawed, burnt out, and still somehow fabulous — can say:
“Yeah, I want more. No, I don’t know how. But I’m gonna figure it out. Loudly.”
This blog isn’t just about career pivots or passion projects.
It’s about owning your mess. Laughing at your LinkedIn rejection.
And asking:
What if my next calling isn’t in a boardroom… but in building something of my own?
So whether you’re a tired TV veteran, a laid-off marketing head, or just a midweek motivational mess like me —
Come hang.
We’ll cry, laugh, and maybe build something brilliant together.
And who knows — maybe that chat show’s not too far off.
Title suggestion: “Fired But Fabulous.” Streaming soon. Or not. Who cares
