A day in the life of an “ECHO” REPORTER
ECHO literally might mean the repetition of sound for many.
But for all MUNers {model United Nations} it just stands for
The rocking magazine, that updated everyone on what was
Happening in every committee. Our day usually used to start
with a backup team accompanying the conference staff and the
ECHO people to CII or PHD chambers {the place where it was held}
This was one magazine where anyone could be criticized, anything
Could be reported, and any picture could be taken with a
“Not so nice caption”.
In one phrase it was a “rules are meant to be broken”
Kind of a magazine.
Our team, which had to represent the HRC committee,
Comprised of vasundhara and me and Trust me, it used to take us an hour just
to think of a suitable Starting and the rest just followed.
After all, if it began with factual details would we get many readers?
[Take yourself in this situation]
The usual thing that we experienced in those three days
Were the bewildered looks of the delegates whose either chits
had been reported or their malevolent practices.
Take for example the case of the delegate who was
representing New Zealand in our committee. Well she
was so shocked to see her yawning picture in the issue,
with a head turner caption that it seemed that her next
step would be to murder us. {lol;}
However the best thing which we can never forget
were the fake chits that we used to pass on to the delegates.
Like, we sent a chit to the delegate of Pakistan saying
“ I love your ideas. Would you go on a date with me”
Anonymous. {lol;}
And guess what? Instead of replying back and making
Use of such an interesting opportunity he reported it
To the rappoteur. Oh and I forgot to mention we had
Been asked to do all this “ natunki” by the executive board itself.
{Seriously}
God! What an interesting ex. Board we had. The chair’s “pataka”
The rapporteur’s “bebo” everything was just so remarkable.
The chair sent a chit to the delegate of India saying “ yummy
Yummy desi boy” which left a stagnant look on his the
Delegate’s face as he Expected the conference to be a decent one.
Everything was just too good to be true.
The last day was however the one to be cherished where
The ex. Board as well as the delegates danced and showcased
Their capabilities irrespective of who were their allies or friends.
It was thus a lifetime experience, which I would never forget.
But then it is a part of life that “good things come and go” and one can’t
Keep chasing them. So let’s just wait for the next MUN…
Until then this reporter wishes you a happy and gleeful
ASTANA-VISTA.
