The MUN Press Corps

4:26 pm. Four minutes were left until the arrival of our chief guest, Birad Rajaram Yajnik, in a small room next to where the Opening Ceremony was supposed to take place. One director next to another, smiles of nervousness were worn with elegant black suits, graceful dresses, and palette of different ties. With a sudden tap, we were present in front of a man who has written a book translated in nine different languages, spoke on the basis of Gandhi of the 21^st century, and was the creator of the “World Citizen Passport”.

Within minutes, after we made our way to the Opening Ceremony, the Secretary General, Alisha Sonawalla passionately announced, “I now declare the Aga Khan Academy, Hyderabad Model United Nations open!” Putting one last button on their suits freshly taken out of their wardrobes, students metamorphosed into delegates making their way to their respective committees. One could not help but notice the solidarity present amongst everyone.

The press was known as the ears and eyes of the MUN conference. A picture can speak a thousand words and seeing is to believe. It is through press that one can connect with another and information has been accessible in every corner of the world. And, within our small community, this is what happened. Two articles were written by each reporter to capture the committee they were allotted to report. A formal article was written represented by their newspaper and another choice article was written to encapsulate the committee in the most creative way possible. Press conferences and crisis were also an integral part of the work that the reporters and photographers had to take up.

Reporters and photographers were on their feet at all times, running to capture a crisis update, to jotting down the points. As director, chasing them to do their work was a bit tedious, being left with a sea of words to look over. At the end of the day, the array of words and pictures will keep the memories of the Aga Khan Academy, Hyderabad Models United Nations alive for years to come.

By Nikita Madhani