(This post was supposed to be here three days back but my blog was giving me problems...but finally, here it is!)
Hello people who have bothered to open this page and read!
Now…this post is mainly going to be about Jaipur. But first, tell me something…why do people lie? Inspite of saying that they wouldn’t, they do. Strange!
Anyway…let’s now get to the topic and not waste further time mentioning mundane and usual things.
I told u about Jaipur. This place is ACTUALLY strange! I mean, pink buildings were strange enough but this place has stranger things to see! Ok, let’s start with the Jal Mahal. It’s a building made long ago by one of the kings (I don’t remember the details because I was always bad at history) and he used to sit there and watch the dancers and stuff of that kind. One floor of the building is now underground. The place is known to be jinxed because every attempt to break that structure and make something new there has been foiled. Creepy! Now I jump (force of habit) to Amer Fort. It’s more like the king’s harem. The king, who made it, apparently weighed 250 k.g. and was seven feet tall! Yikes! That must have been scary. Added to that, the guy had nine wives! This concept, I don’t understand. I mean, why does one need to have nine women in his life? Why not just love one, care for one and be with one? Plus, economically seen, it increases maintenance cost! The fort, by itself, is pretty nice. Though not marvelous or anything of the sorts. And yes, before I forget, the Rajasthan tourism department has maintained the structures really poorly. I mean, these structures deserve more care! The guide we had could beat me any day at yapping. He just went on…and then said…”this is, after all, my profession!” Christ! In the fort, the prettiest queen had a bigger room on the ground floor and the other queens were put up on the first floor. Now, who was the one who said looks don’t matter? And somehow, just like in fairy tales and folklore, this queen was both the prettiest and the most intelligent. Beauty and brains eh? Anyway, one can see the entire Jaipur city from the fort. And I have just lost count of how many gates this city has! Everywhere that one can see, there is a gate. Next, I was looking at how block painting is done. Pretty interesting. And hand done, of course. Then I saw the hundred gram quilt that is famous because it uses just hundred grams of wool and is very warm. Most of the painting work in the city is done with vegetable colors.
Oh…and now coming to the best part. Chokhi Dhani. It’s a place where one can eat, take a few rides, get a head massage, get into the maze (which has a weird outlet), see what an ancient Rajasthani village looks like, see tribals, buy souvenirs and basically, have a blast. There were hookahs put up at places and though I have given up smoking, I sneaked in a couple of drags when dad wasn’t looking. Was missing someone who I thought was very close. And then there was this cave which was made artificially but looked pretty real! And I played the tribal drum for sometime…felt weird but was a great experience. Got a head massage. Those who think that it was one of the nubile, good looking, ravishing girls giving the massage will be highly mistaken ( come on, this isn’t Thailand or Malaysia!) because it was one of those huge Rajasthani chaps who ALMOST broke a few bones of mine while giving me that massage. But it felt great after that because the entire body felt like it had been loosened up. The set up of this place is brilliant, least said. Right from the ambience to the uniforms to everything else is in sync with the ethnic feel. But thankfully, the cleanliness of the place has been maintained very well. And now, I come to the most wonderfully torturous but wonderful part of the deal….FOOD. A word of caution. People who are on a diet, or are thinking of going on one, don’t even DREAM of coming here. It’s going to be fatal. Suicidal. But I loved it because the thought of dieting can never even occur to me! Butter and ghee flow at this place. I mean…actually flow and if the roti isn’t buttered properly, people may take offence. Here, it's not buttered roti...it's roti'ed' butter! The calorie count goes for a royal toss. But the food is awesome. There is something called bajrey-ki-khichadi which has huge quantities of sugar and butter in it. But it tastes great. Plus the menu is LONG. Really long. And vegetarian! For a carnivore like me, that sounded miserable. And doing proper justice to it will mean half and hour of time at least (if you are one of the proper eaters, that is). This place is paradise for hogs like me. Oh! the buttermilk...it's fantastic...great...brilliant! Since my dad is a lot more civilized than me and not that big a foodie, i compensated for what he couldn't extract! The eating place is this typically Indian setup where one has to sit on the floor and there are these short stubby tables put out in front. Crockery was all leafy! I mean, the ones that are made out of those tree leaves...even the bowls were the same. For glasses, there were clay glasses! There are camels and rabbits and statues of bulls and a few other animals!
Ok, I have been typing and the Sun has come out. I have to sleep. So, take care and hope you have had a great diwali!
Adios.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
a few things said and asked :) and about jaipur
Hey people!
10 days since my last post…and I am back! This time with something new that I have to say…express and even ask!
Have you ever felt the joy of giving a surprise to someone you very dearly love and can do anything for? No? then I suggest you go ahead and do it right now because the feeling is simply amazing! Specially, if, for that surprise, you have pushed your limits, put in extra work so that you can make time and just wanted to see the person smile. All you expected to be a return for that kind of a surprise is a genuine warm smile on the person’s face. Trust me; the feeling is like one you would have never had before. I have done it and hence, this comes from the horse’s mouth! And also, you will realize that more you stretch yourself, harder you work for that surprise, more is the joy of seeing that smile. Specially, because you never expect anything tangible or profitable to turn out of that surprise. It need not be an expensive one (though, better if it is, I guess) and I agree, in some cases the surprise may even backfire but when you look back at it, think about it, it all feels worth it. Just because the one you did it for, matters to you more than you can ever say. When you think about the person you did it for and all that you went through to do that, you realize to what lengths you can go for that ONE person who means all that your life has ever signified! Simply everything! And after it’s over, you don’t remember the hardship that you had to go through…it’s just those few moments of the surprise that stay in your mind. Because for someone else, you would have never even dreamed of doing it, let alone actually going ahead with the plan!!
Try it. And hey, another thing…if there is someone you love a lot and who means a lot to you, then never tell that person that you don’t have time. NEVER. Because if that person means so much to you then you will always make time. Remember, nobody has the 25th hour in the day…it just depends on how significant someone IS for you. If essential, stretch your limits, push yourself harder, bully yourself to work faster so that you end up saving a few hours for someone who defines your life. It’s like you work hard throughout the year to save up for Christmas or New Year! And the joy of spending that saved up time makes memories indelible. They stay forever. Oh! But one word of advice there, do not leave your work pending and then spend the time. It takes the joy having SAVED time to spend. Understand? If you don’t then you got to be REALLY DUMB! Beyond hope is more like it. And in that case, you should be reading nursery rhymes instead of this post!
Anyway, enough of grandfather type of advice and counseling. Now, let’s change the topic.
I am sitting here in Jaipur. Actually, a little away from Jaipur, at a place called Dausa. This place is in Rajasthan. What am I doing here? Well, that’s a good question! I am here to visit my dad. And all that I am doing here is sleeping (alone), eating, watching movies and thinking. Well, that’s a lot for a day I guess. This is what I call a thinking holiday! And hey, did I tell you that I saw BLACK camels for the first time here! This makes me think, can there be racism among camels too? Yikes…what am I thinking?! So, sitting on this machine (it has been borrowed for sometime), I thought of typing out a post and that’s how, this post came about. Now, about this place. I know Dausa sounds like some distant, remote island where you wouldn’t want to be marooned (unless, it was with your girlfriend, like they show in the movies) because you will die due to lack of resources and technology! But it’s nothing like that. This is, in fact, pretty neat a place! With big houses (which don’t look like they have been made from concrete sheets), lots of cool air, thanks to the AC, T.V., fridge and DVD player and even internet! Coming to think of it, this place rocks! And food…its fab. Surprisingly, though I hadn’t been much in touch with the idiot box for quite sometime, I am already bored of it in just two days! Holy heavens! Lots of lawns and stuff around. This looks more like some kind of resort instead of work location! I wish I was an engineer too (just kidding, I love advertising) so that even I would get such benefits!
Passing through Jaipur, I saw a few monuments. This city is called the pink city of India. The reason being, apparently, that the stones that were found in the region were pink in color and hence, all construction was done with that stone, giving the buildings, a pink look. But these stones were blindingly bright in the Sun. hence, it was decided that the building should be painted. On further examination, it was found that the color of paint that would absorb the sunlight was also pink! Sheesh! Yikes! And hence it happened. The buildings were painted pink (I would hate living in a pink building)! And to think of it, I always thought it was called the pink city because the people here were very healthy and hence it came from the saying “in the pink of health”! Stupid, I know! But to be very honest, and a little critical, the color is not really pink. It’s actually a very confused color between pink and peach. This isn’t meant to be a sexist remark, but it is a very feminine color! In fact, in the old city, where most of these heritage buildings are, the government has instructed that all building should remain painted pink! Now, who was the one who said I WAS CRAZY?? And hey…this just occurred to me, many times, when we give directions to people, it’s like, you go straight up, turn left at the fourth turn and it’s a blue ( or green or yellow or white) building on your left. Here, if you say, go straight up and it’s a pink building on your left…the most natural question that would follow would be “which pink building?” because ALL of them are pink! Christ…what confusion! This place has something called the Hawa Mahal (Wind Palace, if translated literally) and a few forts (which I still have to cover). And the city is very dusty, least said. Oh…and did I tell you the strangest thing about the city…there is a jail here and right outside the jail, you have an ATM counter of UTI bank! It’s like all the prisoners are paid through banks and their money gets credited to the account and when they are walking out, they can just swipe their card and get the cash! Now, THAT is what I call technology! Plus, who would possibly want to go and withdraw cash from outside a prison for heaven’s sake? On the other hand, this ATM counter is pretty secure in the sense that possibly nobody would think of robbing one that stands right outside a prison and has cops everywhere! Isn’t that funny? Come on, it is SUPPOSED to be! Otherwise, the city is fine and good for a visit. I shall tell you more about the city as I get to see it.
Right now, I am tired of sitting on this freaking chair and I will thus end my post here. Hope it was a good read!
Adios.
10 days since my last post…and I am back! This time with something new that I have to say…express and even ask!
Have you ever felt the joy of giving a surprise to someone you very dearly love and can do anything for? No? then I suggest you go ahead and do it right now because the feeling is simply amazing! Specially, if, for that surprise, you have pushed your limits, put in extra work so that you can make time and just wanted to see the person smile. All you expected to be a return for that kind of a surprise is a genuine warm smile on the person’s face. Trust me; the feeling is like one you would have never had before. I have done it and hence, this comes from the horse’s mouth! And also, you will realize that more you stretch yourself, harder you work for that surprise, more is the joy of seeing that smile. Specially, because you never expect anything tangible or profitable to turn out of that surprise. It need not be an expensive one (though, better if it is, I guess) and I agree, in some cases the surprise may even backfire but when you look back at it, think about it, it all feels worth it. Just because the one you did it for, matters to you more than you can ever say. When you think about the person you did it for and all that you went through to do that, you realize to what lengths you can go for that ONE person who means all that your life has ever signified! Simply everything! And after it’s over, you don’t remember the hardship that you had to go through…it’s just those few moments of the surprise that stay in your mind. Because for someone else, you would have never even dreamed of doing it, let alone actually going ahead with the plan!!
Try it. And hey, another thing…if there is someone you love a lot and who means a lot to you, then never tell that person that you don’t have time. NEVER. Because if that person means so much to you then you will always make time. Remember, nobody has the 25th hour in the day…it just depends on how significant someone IS for you. If essential, stretch your limits, push yourself harder, bully yourself to work faster so that you end up saving a few hours for someone who defines your life. It’s like you work hard throughout the year to save up for Christmas or New Year! And the joy of spending that saved up time makes memories indelible. They stay forever. Oh! But one word of advice there, do not leave your work pending and then spend the time. It takes the joy having SAVED time to spend. Understand? If you don’t then you got to be REALLY DUMB! Beyond hope is more like it. And in that case, you should be reading nursery rhymes instead of this post!
Anyway, enough of grandfather type of advice and counseling. Now, let’s change the topic.
I am sitting here in Jaipur. Actually, a little away from Jaipur, at a place called Dausa. This place is in Rajasthan. What am I doing here? Well, that’s a good question! I am here to visit my dad. And all that I am doing here is sleeping (alone), eating, watching movies and thinking. Well, that’s a lot for a day I guess. This is what I call a thinking holiday! And hey, did I tell you that I saw BLACK camels for the first time here! This makes me think, can there be racism among camels too? Yikes…what am I thinking?! So, sitting on this machine (it has been borrowed for sometime), I thought of typing out a post and that’s how, this post came about. Now, about this place. I know Dausa sounds like some distant, remote island where you wouldn’t want to be marooned (unless, it was with your girlfriend, like they show in the movies) because you will die due to lack of resources and technology! But it’s nothing like that. This is, in fact, pretty neat a place! With big houses (which don’t look like they have been made from concrete sheets), lots of cool air, thanks to the AC, T.V., fridge and DVD player and even internet! Coming to think of it, this place rocks! And food…its fab. Surprisingly, though I hadn’t been much in touch with the idiot box for quite sometime, I am already bored of it in just two days! Holy heavens! Lots of lawns and stuff around. This looks more like some kind of resort instead of work location! I wish I was an engineer too (just kidding, I love advertising) so that even I would get such benefits!
Passing through Jaipur, I saw a few monuments. This city is called the pink city of India. The reason being, apparently, that the stones that were found in the region were pink in color and hence, all construction was done with that stone, giving the buildings, a pink look. But these stones were blindingly bright in the Sun. hence, it was decided that the building should be painted. On further examination, it was found that the color of paint that would absorb the sunlight was also pink! Sheesh! Yikes! And hence it happened. The buildings were painted pink (I would hate living in a pink building)! And to think of it, I always thought it was called the pink city because the people here were very healthy and hence it came from the saying “in the pink of health”! Stupid, I know! But to be very honest, and a little critical, the color is not really pink. It’s actually a very confused color between pink and peach. This isn’t meant to be a sexist remark, but it is a very feminine color! In fact, in the old city, where most of these heritage buildings are, the government has instructed that all building should remain painted pink! Now, who was the one who said I WAS CRAZY?? And hey…this just occurred to me, many times, when we give directions to people, it’s like, you go straight up, turn left at the fourth turn and it’s a blue ( or green or yellow or white) building on your left. Here, if you say, go straight up and it’s a pink building on your left…the most natural question that would follow would be “which pink building?” because ALL of them are pink! Christ…what confusion! This place has something called the Hawa Mahal (Wind Palace, if translated literally) and a few forts (which I still have to cover). And the city is very dusty, least said. Oh…and did I tell you the strangest thing about the city…there is a jail here and right outside the jail, you have an ATM counter of UTI bank! It’s like all the prisoners are paid through banks and their money gets credited to the account and when they are walking out, they can just swipe their card and get the cash! Now, THAT is what I call technology! Plus, who would possibly want to go and withdraw cash from outside a prison for heaven’s sake? On the other hand, this ATM counter is pretty secure in the sense that possibly nobody would think of robbing one that stands right outside a prison and has cops everywhere! Isn’t that funny? Come on, it is SUPPOSED to be! Otherwise, the city is fine and good for a visit. I shall tell you more about the city as I get to see it.
Right now, I am tired of sitting on this freaking chair and I will thus end my post here. Hope it was a good read!
Adios.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
You may find this piece absolutely useless :)
For some reason unknown to me, people think I am studious and on the more intelligent and hardworking side of the spectrum. Pray tell me why? They ask me questions about how to prepare for competitive exams and stuff like that for heaven’s sake! I mean, what’s the world coming to?!
Now, I wrote copy for an anti smoking campaign. People who know me may find that extremely hypocritical but honestly…I wrote that with all me heart and my personal choices and views haven’t affected my copy. Mr. Subhash Tendle, who is in charge of the course here gave me a faint, knowing smile. After all, there is no experience like first hand experience, is there? Something like…been there…done that! And my fever mounts. Literally and figuratively (the latter is the result is the result of excessive work pressure and the approaching deadlines). I finished executing a campaign just now. Just a little sad joke: what do you call a person who executes campaigns? EXECUTIONER! Ok…ok…I shall be careful not to crack such sad jokes again. But if this joke has successfully bugged the daylights out of you (which the intention was), I can just say that I am surprised that you are not used to my insane humor yet!
I am planning campaigns on Bulgari, an elite company that makes jewels and watches and a whole lot of stuff like that. Check the site: www.bulgari.com
Oh…and before I forget, sorry for the abstract previous post. A friend of mine written about her experiences with bongs in her blog. Tch…tch…tch. Sounds more like “My Experiments with Truth”. But then again, she is on a slightly higher plane of insanity than me, and can hence be forgiven. Someone tonight wished me goodnight in French. I replied in German, Dutch, Italian and Portugese!
Oh and by the way…I am currently learning two softwares called Adobe Premiere and Fruity Loops. The second one is extremely easy and generates amazing music. Because with that I generated good music and if I can generate music then any organism qualifying to be a homo erectus can! Honestly. Check it out. And Adobe is one hell of a software. In one word…amazing! It’s a video editing software and boy it’s fun!
Now…you must have heard that great minds think alike. True. Very true. But when it happens in case of advertising, sometimes I wish that I was born just a few years earlier! Alas I wasn’t. why? That’s not a question I can answer. One, because I have no explanation and two, even if there is n explanation, I am sure it’s going to be one awfully complicated one. Hence…let’s change the topic yet again.
I can see that I have I have changed the topic four times already! Looks like my writing is just as restless as me! Happens. Variety is the spice of life and the principle applies to writing too! Now, suppose I droned on about the same subject throughout the post, wouldn’t you be bored? See? That’s called logic! Pure logic. I have fallen in love with my anti smoking campaign! And it’s tough to make a finicky guy like me fall in love with something or someone. I have forgotten if I have mentioned this or not but if I haven’t, then here it is. I have uploaded some of my work on a website called www.desicreative.com
Just go to the site and there is a search facility available. There, you just type shom.gupta in the column that says SEARCH FOR AUTHORS. Viola! My work will be there! Tell me if you like the work or not.
I will be off for now because I still have a lot of work to finish and time is running out! Till next time then (which maybe a after a few days)…take care and be good to people and needless to say, post nice comments on my blog!
Adios.
Now, I wrote copy for an anti smoking campaign. People who know me may find that extremely hypocritical but honestly…I wrote that with all me heart and my personal choices and views haven’t affected my copy. Mr. Subhash Tendle, who is in charge of the course here gave me a faint, knowing smile. After all, there is no experience like first hand experience, is there? Something like…been there…done that! And my fever mounts. Literally and figuratively (the latter is the result is the result of excessive work pressure and the approaching deadlines). I finished executing a campaign just now. Just a little sad joke: what do you call a person who executes campaigns? EXECUTIONER! Ok…ok…I shall be careful not to crack such sad jokes again. But if this joke has successfully bugged the daylights out of you (which the intention was), I can just say that I am surprised that you are not used to my insane humor yet!
I am planning campaigns on Bulgari, an elite company that makes jewels and watches and a whole lot of stuff like that. Check the site: www.bulgari.com
Oh…and before I forget, sorry for the abstract previous post. A friend of mine written about her experiences with bongs in her blog. Tch…tch…tch. Sounds more like “My Experiments with Truth”. But then again, she is on a slightly higher plane of insanity than me, and can hence be forgiven. Someone tonight wished me goodnight in French. I replied in German, Dutch, Italian and Portugese!
Oh and by the way…I am currently learning two softwares called Adobe Premiere and Fruity Loops. The second one is extremely easy and generates amazing music. Because with that I generated good music and if I can generate music then any organism qualifying to be a homo erectus can! Honestly. Check it out. And Adobe is one hell of a software. In one word…amazing! It’s a video editing software and boy it’s fun!
Now…you must have heard that great minds think alike. True. Very true. But when it happens in case of advertising, sometimes I wish that I was born just a few years earlier! Alas I wasn’t. why? That’s not a question I can answer. One, because I have no explanation and two, even if there is n explanation, I am sure it’s going to be one awfully complicated one. Hence…let’s change the topic yet again.
I can see that I have I have changed the topic four times already! Looks like my writing is just as restless as me! Happens. Variety is the spice of life and the principle applies to writing too! Now, suppose I droned on about the same subject throughout the post, wouldn’t you be bored? See? That’s called logic! Pure logic. I have fallen in love with my anti smoking campaign! And it’s tough to make a finicky guy like me fall in love with something or someone. I have forgotten if I have mentioned this or not but if I haven’t, then here it is. I have uploaded some of my work on a website called www.desicreative.com
Just go to the site and there is a search facility available. There, you just type shom.gupta in the column that says SEARCH FOR AUTHORS. Viola! My work will be there! Tell me if you like the work or not.
I will be off for now because I still have a lot of work to finish and time is running out! Till next time then (which maybe a after a few days)…take care and be good to people and needless to say, post nice comments on my blog!
Adios.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Feverish, bugged and still working!
Ok. I guess I owe all the readers an apology for not being able to write for the past few days. Was caught up in work. Actually, I still am! The added reason was that I was down with fever and had to get to the hospital last night. Don’t ask me what happened there because at 103 degrees, I had passed out and have no clue. I was told by people who were there that in that scary state, I was continuously taking somebody’s name. somebody who is very close to me. And not to mention, currently out of touch. My friends apparently, had thought of trying the number but decided against it because it was late at night. Good they didn’t because I am not sure if trying it would have worked anyway! Would probably just have been some added disturbance to the person!
Anyway, now I am back and working. Came back at around 9 in the morning. The doc wanted to keep me longer and the nurses were worth a stay (wink…wink…kidding!) but I had (and still have) loads of work to get done with. Hence I am back. My jury starts day after and my number will be on the 14th. Jesus! The damn daylights are scared out of my system! Though, I guess the visit to the hospitable hospital was, sort of, a good luck because the person who is in charge of our course here went loco over the copy. Coming to think of it, hearing oneself be praised by people of tall stature has a different high in itself! That’s probably true for all people who have ever created anything and considering the fact that every person does create at least SOMETHING in life, everyone loves being praised! I am no exception ☺
However, he asked me to write a copy for another campaign all over again because he expects much more from me. Apparently. Sometimes, I wish I belonged to the segment whose work is approved without any arguments or changes because the hopes from that segment are very low as it is! Yeah I agree, one has to pay a price for giving someone a hope for improvement. While writing the copy though, I was told to follow my natural style of writing, which, I have been told my many people, is sarcastic. Hmm…let’s see. Even the products and services I am working on, has plenty of scope for sarcasm (yippee! I am not a hippie.) and hence, looks like work is going to be fun. I have been advised to REST. Right. The dog of the doc expects me to rest with the jury merely four days away! But then again, I don’t blame him because he just wants me to do well! That makes me think (and it’s very dangerous when I get down to thinking because that makes me sleepless and I come up with the freakiest of lines)…
The medical profession, actually, is a very sadistic profession because it thrives on the sickness of people! I mean, I agree that the doctors and nurses treat the sick and the injured but, if people stop falling sick, what will THESE poor people eat? And patients do an extremely noble thing by falling sick because they someone earn the bread and butter! Startling, isn’t it? I agree!
No I have not gone nuts because of the fever. I remember that I have the jury coming up. Neither is it that I am not taking my work seriously. I pretty much am. And hence all the hard work has started paying off. But thinking and writing as a profession can be quite frustrating. Because one has to keep thinking all the freaking time! Now, I shall get back and hit work because of two reasons. One, I am workaholic and can’t live without work. Two, if I do not go back to work, then I may not be able to do the level of work that I want to and might have to depend on writing blogs to earn my bread and butter for the rest of my life (the omlettes and cheese would be out of question anyway)! And I am pissed with myself because I am sitting here writing this. Now, it was my responsibility to write for my readers. So I have done it. Now I need to go. And yes, if you do not see posts from me, don’t worry…I probably will have too much on my mind for a few days to write anything (death from the recurring fever or an accident can be the only other causes). Once the work is completed, I shall be back. Take care till then. I have decided to put up my work online. Will tell you all when I do. Now, while I am away, be nice and have a good life.
Adios.
Anyway, now I am back and working. Came back at around 9 in the morning. The doc wanted to keep me longer and the nurses were worth a stay (wink…wink…kidding!) but I had (and still have) loads of work to get done with. Hence I am back. My jury starts day after and my number will be on the 14th. Jesus! The damn daylights are scared out of my system! Though, I guess the visit to the hospitable hospital was, sort of, a good luck because the person who is in charge of our course here went loco over the copy. Coming to think of it, hearing oneself be praised by people of tall stature has a different high in itself! That’s probably true for all people who have ever created anything and considering the fact that every person does create at least SOMETHING in life, everyone loves being praised! I am no exception ☺
However, he asked me to write a copy for another campaign all over again because he expects much more from me. Apparently. Sometimes, I wish I belonged to the segment whose work is approved without any arguments or changes because the hopes from that segment are very low as it is! Yeah I agree, one has to pay a price for giving someone a hope for improvement. While writing the copy though, I was told to follow my natural style of writing, which, I have been told my many people, is sarcastic. Hmm…let’s see. Even the products and services I am working on, has plenty of scope for sarcasm (yippee! I am not a hippie.) and hence, looks like work is going to be fun. I have been advised to REST. Right. The dog of the doc expects me to rest with the jury merely four days away! But then again, I don’t blame him because he just wants me to do well! That makes me think (and it’s very dangerous when I get down to thinking because that makes me sleepless and I come up with the freakiest of lines)…
The medical profession, actually, is a very sadistic profession because it thrives on the sickness of people! I mean, I agree that the doctors and nurses treat the sick and the injured but, if people stop falling sick, what will THESE poor people eat? And patients do an extremely noble thing by falling sick because they someone earn the bread and butter! Startling, isn’t it? I agree!
No I have not gone nuts because of the fever. I remember that I have the jury coming up. Neither is it that I am not taking my work seriously. I pretty much am. And hence all the hard work has started paying off. But thinking and writing as a profession can be quite frustrating. Because one has to keep thinking all the freaking time! Now, I shall get back and hit work because of two reasons. One, I am workaholic and can’t live without work. Two, if I do not go back to work, then I may not be able to do the level of work that I want to and might have to depend on writing blogs to earn my bread and butter for the rest of my life (the omlettes and cheese would be out of question anyway)! And I am pissed with myself because I am sitting here writing this. Now, it was my responsibility to write for my readers. So I have done it. Now I need to go. And yes, if you do not see posts from me, don’t worry…I probably will have too much on my mind for a few days to write anything (death from the recurring fever or an accident can be the only other causes). Once the work is completed, I shall be back. Take care till then. I have decided to put up my work online. Will tell you all when I do. Now, while I am away, be nice and have a good life.
Adios.
Friday, October 06, 2006
MICA...a wonderful place
Hey people!
Welcome once again to the crazy blog and an insane blogger who has been bugging you for a long time! (cracking a joke on oneself is known to be a great quality though!)
And this time, readers, it’s not one of the whine stories. Because when one has tried his or her (now, that’s called being politically correct) patience and stamina, it’s best to let go. That’s what I have done. Because sometimes, if one tries persuasion, then others take a deaf ear deliberately and want to prove a point. So be it.
And oh…I was running a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit (sorry, I forgot the crlsius conversion) maybe because of the extreme abuse of my body.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if people’s bodies had the capability to sue the people! Yikes! I would have gone bankrupt! Thank God for small mercies!
Now about this post. This one is about Mudra Institute of Communications, Ahmedabad (MICA). This is the place where I am learning (by making lots of mistakes though) copywriting. It’s known to be the best in the country…no, in the continent (Asia, for the ones who didn’t catch it!) and the place is…in one word…amazing!
No they haven’t paid me to write (I know its very mean of them) and hence it’s not an advertisement for them. Because if I start writing for free then where do you think I will get my bread, butter, cheese, marmalade, omlette, milk, coffee, corn flakes, mayonnaise et al. from (yeah yeah I know I eat a little more than normal but c’mon, it’s not bad, is it?)?
Ok…enough deviation (God knows when I will be a little more focused!).
Now about MICA. The place is, as I already told you, amazing (oh! Repeating points is another thing I need to take care of. Remind me when I do repeat points.) and the place around is an absolute contrast. Yikes! It’s the typical INDIAN COUNTRYSIDE…complete with bulls, cows, occasional camels, snakes and whole lot of other flora and fauna. Inside…the place rocks. Beautiful intelligent people, brilliant faculty and infrastructure, a sprawling campus and a huge but harmless dog. The dog happens to be a German Shepherd called Roxy (guess you have read about him already. If you haven’t, then be a little more regular!).
When the Sun dawns on the campus, it bathes the entire campus in soft sunlight. Every morning, plenty of birds flock to the campus. Peacocks are not uncommon and early in the morning (which I mostly see because I stay up at nights mostly, like many others) one can hear them crow. Walk out in the that velvet like sunlight and fatigue just disappears like a whiff of smoke! The mornings are the best part of the day and it’s an experience in itself. And every morning Roxy can be found sleeping either in the computer lab or on the porch of one of the many hostel blocks. Squirrels set out to hunt for food with the first ray of light. Never had I seen nature from so close and at such a pinnacle of glory! Enchanting…truly enchanting. And the campus never sleeps. At any given hour of the day (or night), people can be found awake and either working or taking a break from mentally taxing work. Oh…I forgot…eagles and monkeys have also made themselves at home here and live in absolute harmony. Ok. Enough about the animals and birds found here. If I write any more about them (there is plenty more, though) you will probably think this is some kind of wildlife sanctuary instead of an institute for communications!
Now about the buildings (bored?)! there is a water tank here that’s pretty high (in fact higher than just pretty high) and the entire countryside is visible from the top. Though the place is a little difficult to reach, considering the narrow winding staircase with cobwebs and bird nests at places along the way, its simply marvelous! Romantic, yes the spot is VERY MUCH SO but not much romance takes place because nobody (I mean no SANE guy) will take his girlfriend there because she will probably have thrown enough tantrums to have the dissipated the romantic clouds (hey! That’s a good line!).
Then there is the terrace of the academic block which also is a brilliant spot and is a great place to sit and think. It, of course, serves multiple functions though (or so I have heard)! The hostel blocks are in the shape of the letter “C” of the English alphabet and hence every door face the opposite and when one steps out of the room, it doesn’t look deserted and desolate. Thankfully so! Did you know that similar style of construction was followed in most old Indian homes? Even the terraces of the hostels provide a brilliant place to think and brood (though the metal stairs are a little rickety, but who cares? It’s every bit worth it!). I have spent countless evenings at that place when I needed time all to myself…and in the past couple of months, such occasions have been plenty and hence I know the place. And all the terraces are connected with metal frames laid across the parapets! Good eh? I know!
Now about the mess. This is one of the few hostels where the mess isn’t in a MESS (see?! A good line yet again!) and it’s a big, I mean BIG hall with a great arrangement of furniture.
Then again, we have our little Mac lab with the apple G4 systems. This is where most of the time is spent (the air-conditioning just increases the duration) working, watching movies and well…what else do you think one can do in a lab anyway? Go for a picnic??
I love my Mac! There are 15 of them here. One for everyone!
At nights, the campus is quiet and serene. Just the sound of crickets and otherwise, absolute silence. Not the eerie one though! It’s the comfortable, cozy silence of the night. Then…what else?...oh…yes…Chota Canteen. Probably the most visited place on campus and the most well known too! It’s the smoking, brain storming and idea generation zone. Occasionally, classes also happen here (because it’s easier to call students there instead of classes!). So then, it’s coffee, class and cigarettes! What a combination. No no…I have quit smoking…I was just mentioning! And as far as the faculty goes…I can easily and effortlessly fill up another 100 pages, writing just about them! Fine, brilliant and extremely knowledgeable masters of their respective fields. That’s what they are, in one line!
I have been thinking about what I missed out (because there is SO freaking much to write about that things just slip out of the un-stretchable walls of memory) and writing for the past half hour. I know I haven’t covered anything of this place…but I have a class in 20 minutes and I have to rush to the shower, and eventually to the class! And I take a little more time in the shower because the frame happens to be a little large people! So that makes it… 10 minutes for the shower and attire (I know that’s long…you must understand that I am a lazy bum and work isn’t very deeply embedded in my system…at least the liking for such mundane work isn’t!) and then 5 minutes to HOG like a hedgehog. Then the last five minutes are for than sprint to the class! Christ…I am getting late already! ☺
Hence I shall see you later and comments shall be appreciated (please make them nice eh?? Just kidding) and valued…so WRITE them when you have a blogger i.d. and don’t be a lazy bum like me!
Adios.
Welcome once again to the crazy blog and an insane blogger who has been bugging you for a long time! (cracking a joke on oneself is known to be a great quality though!)
And this time, readers, it’s not one of the whine stories. Because when one has tried his or her (now, that’s called being politically correct) patience and stamina, it’s best to let go. That’s what I have done. Because sometimes, if one tries persuasion, then others take a deaf ear deliberately and want to prove a point. So be it.
And oh…I was running a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit (sorry, I forgot the crlsius conversion) maybe because of the extreme abuse of my body.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if people’s bodies had the capability to sue the people! Yikes! I would have gone bankrupt! Thank God for small mercies!
Now about this post. This one is about Mudra Institute of Communications, Ahmedabad (MICA). This is the place where I am learning (by making lots of mistakes though) copywriting. It’s known to be the best in the country…no, in the continent (Asia, for the ones who didn’t catch it!) and the place is…in one word…amazing!
No they haven’t paid me to write (I know its very mean of them) and hence it’s not an advertisement for them. Because if I start writing for free then where do you think I will get my bread, butter, cheese, marmalade, omlette, milk, coffee, corn flakes, mayonnaise et al. from (yeah yeah I know I eat a little more than normal but c’mon, it’s not bad, is it?)?
Ok…enough deviation (God knows when I will be a little more focused!).
Now about MICA. The place is, as I already told you, amazing (oh! Repeating points is another thing I need to take care of. Remind me when I do repeat points.) and the place around is an absolute contrast. Yikes! It’s the typical INDIAN COUNTRYSIDE…complete with bulls, cows, occasional camels, snakes and whole lot of other flora and fauna. Inside…the place rocks. Beautiful intelligent people, brilliant faculty and infrastructure, a sprawling campus and a huge but harmless dog. The dog happens to be a German Shepherd called Roxy (guess you have read about him already. If you haven’t, then be a little more regular!).
When the Sun dawns on the campus, it bathes the entire campus in soft sunlight. Every morning, plenty of birds flock to the campus. Peacocks are not uncommon and early in the morning (which I mostly see because I stay up at nights mostly, like many others) one can hear them crow. Walk out in the that velvet like sunlight and fatigue just disappears like a whiff of smoke! The mornings are the best part of the day and it’s an experience in itself. And every morning Roxy can be found sleeping either in the computer lab or on the porch of one of the many hostel blocks. Squirrels set out to hunt for food with the first ray of light. Never had I seen nature from so close and at such a pinnacle of glory! Enchanting…truly enchanting. And the campus never sleeps. At any given hour of the day (or night), people can be found awake and either working or taking a break from mentally taxing work. Oh…I forgot…eagles and monkeys have also made themselves at home here and live in absolute harmony. Ok. Enough about the animals and birds found here. If I write any more about them (there is plenty more, though) you will probably think this is some kind of wildlife sanctuary instead of an institute for communications!
Now about the buildings (bored?)! there is a water tank here that’s pretty high (in fact higher than just pretty high) and the entire countryside is visible from the top. Though the place is a little difficult to reach, considering the narrow winding staircase with cobwebs and bird nests at places along the way, its simply marvelous! Romantic, yes the spot is VERY MUCH SO but not much romance takes place because nobody (I mean no SANE guy) will take his girlfriend there because she will probably have thrown enough tantrums to have the dissipated the romantic clouds (hey! That’s a good line!).
Then there is the terrace of the academic block which also is a brilliant spot and is a great place to sit and think. It, of course, serves multiple functions though (or so I have heard)! The hostel blocks are in the shape of the letter “C” of the English alphabet and hence every door face the opposite and when one steps out of the room, it doesn’t look deserted and desolate. Thankfully so! Did you know that similar style of construction was followed in most old Indian homes? Even the terraces of the hostels provide a brilliant place to think and brood (though the metal stairs are a little rickety, but who cares? It’s every bit worth it!). I have spent countless evenings at that place when I needed time all to myself…and in the past couple of months, such occasions have been plenty and hence I know the place. And all the terraces are connected with metal frames laid across the parapets! Good eh? I know!
Now about the mess. This is one of the few hostels where the mess isn’t in a MESS (see?! A good line yet again!) and it’s a big, I mean BIG hall with a great arrangement of furniture.
Then again, we have our little Mac lab with the apple G4 systems. This is where most of the time is spent (the air-conditioning just increases the duration) working, watching movies and well…what else do you think one can do in a lab anyway? Go for a picnic??
I love my Mac! There are 15 of them here. One for everyone!
At nights, the campus is quiet and serene. Just the sound of crickets and otherwise, absolute silence. Not the eerie one though! It’s the comfortable, cozy silence of the night. Then…what else?...oh…yes…Chota Canteen. Probably the most visited place on campus and the most well known too! It’s the smoking, brain storming and idea generation zone. Occasionally, classes also happen here (because it’s easier to call students there instead of classes!). So then, it’s coffee, class and cigarettes! What a combination. No no…I have quit smoking…I was just mentioning! And as far as the faculty goes…I can easily and effortlessly fill up another 100 pages, writing just about them! Fine, brilliant and extremely knowledgeable masters of their respective fields. That’s what they are, in one line!
I have been thinking about what I missed out (because there is SO freaking much to write about that things just slip out of the un-stretchable walls of memory) and writing for the past half hour. I know I haven’t covered anything of this place…but I have a class in 20 minutes and I have to rush to the shower, and eventually to the class! And I take a little more time in the shower because the frame happens to be a little large people! So that makes it… 10 minutes for the shower and attire (I know that’s long…you must understand that I am a lazy bum and work isn’t very deeply embedded in my system…at least the liking for such mundane work isn’t!) and then 5 minutes to HOG like a hedgehog. Then the last five minutes are for than sprint to the class! Christ…I am getting late already! ☺
Hence I shall see you later and comments shall be appreciated (please make them nice eh?? Just kidding) and valued…so WRITE them when you have a blogger i.d. and don’t be a lazy bum like me!
Adios.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
A few childhood memories...
Hey! Hello! I am back…with no bang burst or ripple! Quietly…very quietly.
This post is about me.
There was one day when I was born and then I went to school. Many schools, actually (now, don't tell me "so what? everyone goes to school" because I know that. I just wanted to mention it, alright?). I wanted to talk to someone about all this. Only to her. But then, her internet wasn’t working properly (flip side of technology, you see? Tch tch tch...) and throughout the day I don’t have the time to talk. It’s only late at night when she is either busy or sleeping (what else do you think normal humans, unlike me, do?)
Now…getting back to the thing I was talking about. ME. Me, as a kid.
There were plenty of incidents of childhood that have stayed with me throughout. I was never very physically mischievous as a kid but there was plenty of mischief that was pumped into me!
There was this once when someone in the class had taken my home-work note book and when the teacher was checking the work, I couldn’t find it. It was weird. She didn’t listen to me and started rapping me on the knuckles (yeow! That hurt) and till my patience barrier was up (and it’s generally not very high, except for certain people. Those for whom it is, will understand this line) I bore the rapping and then I bit her with all the strength my little frame (how tall do you expect a six-year-old to be, anyway!) could muster! Must say I left quite a prominent mark! Was, needless to say, told to get out of the class. And I did. I wasn’t taking injustice for anything! The worst though, was yet to come because my mother happened to be a teacher in the school and when the news reached her, I was called to the staff room. Yes, I had SOME support I thought and went jumping. But there the tables had been turned and I got this resounding, impression leaving, one cracker of a slap from my mom! That long, straight mop of hair on my head went flying in all directions! Christ, that was insane! Next exam, I scored the highest in the teacher’s paper and I could see the invisible slap on her face when she handed me my paper. The subject, by the way, was the scary, haunting one called Mathematics. I still hate the subject (it’s a different thing that my dad loves it. Who says all sons take after their dads?)
Then again, there was this lunch thing that our school followed because they felt that the kids should have steaming hot lunch (it was a different thing though, that the lunch, by the time it reached us, was cold!) so there was this huge, massive water tank that provided for the water requirements. So, little band of naughty kids that we were…we jumped in to the pool (or tank) and went for a swim. That too, we were fully dressed in chocolate shorts with suspenders and white shirt. Boy! Was that an experience or what…nobody ever knew! And invariably I became the hero since I led the band! Mischief galore eh?
Then there was another time when we had a competition called getting ready for school. The school uniform was piled at the end of the track and the kids had to run (wearing their under wears) to the end of the track and wear the uniform and get back. Yikes! That was, when I look back at it, pretty embarrassing! Anyway, kids are kids and we were really thrilled about the thing. The day dawned and we took our places on the track. I had rolled up my socks for easy wearing. Bang! Fired the gun and off we were! I reached my pile of clothes second. But was quicker (I am always fast at putting on and taking off clothes. No pun intended) in getting dressed. So I put my shirt, shorts and socks on and was confused for a split second about whether to wear my left shoe first or the right one! Scratch…scratch…I stood there thinking. Then I saw the guy beside me putting on the socks. Panic hit my gut. I sat down and pushed both the feet into the shoes (isn’t that adorable, now?) and tied the laces. Turned around and ran…
A step away from the finishing line…plonk…plonk…off came both the buttons of my suspender straps (that’s precisely why I dislike suspenders.) and when I stopped, they hung like a the tails of a two tailed ape. I was a little confused…what the hell?! But then, the judges thought that I was good enough to win the first prize and hence it was given to me! Yippee! And there is another one…(please read that…please!! I promise I won’t bore you.)
I told you about this hot lunch funda, didn’t I? We also had milk served with that. Now, I always loved milk…still do. Now, we had this huge class of 40 kids and on that particular day…most of them were absent. But the jugs of milk had arrived. And our class teacher’s son (who was four years our senior) had come down that day because his classes had been done with earlier. So…a challenge came up. Who could beat him in drinking milk? Hey…how could I not take up such a call?! So I listened to my inner voice and it said “go. Do it” and so I went ahead. First glass. Then the second. Then third. Fourth followed. By the ninth, he was out and I continued. Beat him by a jug and three glasses! Yikes! And even more surprising, I digested all that without ANY problem! After that, it wasn’t uncommon to hear mothers say…”see? You should be like him. He drinks milk!”
Boy what a feeling that was! And there was this one day when a pup (one of the six that the bitch in the school had delivered) wandered off and sat right under the truck that was carrying construction material for an upcoming apartment. I for some unknown reason, am an absolute animal lover (lizards and cockroaches are the only exceptions). So I crawled under the truck and tried enticing the pup with a biscuit. Those days, since I was too young to handle big sums of money, I was given a few rupees to spend once in a while. So that day I had only a buck left on me (sheesh…that’s very little when I look back at it) so I bought a loose biscuit for the pup and tried to bring him out. That freaking obstinate idiot just wouldn’t listen! So I got right under the damned truck and caught hold of it. Gently. As I was about to crawl out, I heard the engine rev to life. Shit! Now what? I screamed in the hope that the driver might just listen but he probably couldn’t hear a thing (just like that girl who never listens to me and is probably reading this right now). The huge monster of a truck started moving and since I was between the wheels, I couldn’t get out either way! Plus the poor pup would have died (not that he would have survived sitting under the wheel anyway but still…) with me! Luckily this woman who was working on the site saw a white school uniform and screamed out to the driver. The truck stopped millimeters from my head. For a second I couldn’t believe I was alive and then I crawled out and gave her a candy that got that day in the class. I mean, as it was, I was six and on top of that, broke. What could one expect a broke six-year old to do to show gratitude??? She burst out laughing, showing a set of tobacco stained teeth. Yikes! That WAS sort of…umm…let’s say…scary. So I ran off with the pup and put it in my bag. I still remember my mom shriek at the sight of something moving in my bag. Then she opened it to find a pup jump out and pee on the sofa! He got away with it and I got the hiding. Strange divine justice, must say! Irony of life. Anyway…the pup stayed on for a few days and then I thought that if I am away from my mom, I would miss her and so maybe even he was missing his mom. So I carried it all the way back to school and gave it to the mother. I think I saw the mother smile at the sight of the pup. Do dogs smile? I don’t know…might have been an illusion.
Have plenty of such incidents to narrate…but I am running out of time and space. The other incidents are just for you to share lady…if you have the time and the inclination to know (this is person specific and all other ladies ignore this statement PLEASE!). all the while that I wrote this…I missed you. Throughout all these years, because of many incidents and company, somewhere I had lost the small joys of life. Now I am back. And hope…the person who got me back on track (rather, for whom I came back on track) comes back to me! Amen. No no…it’s of course not my mom because the she has already given up on me! This will be surprise even for her! So…I am not all that bad eh?!
Scratch…wonder…wonder! Missed you baby.
And for all the patient readers (the ones who have survived the ordeal of having read this ENTIRE post), you deserve a Nobel people! Till next time then…
Adios.
This post is about me.
There was one day when I was born and then I went to school. Many schools, actually (now, don't tell me "so what? everyone goes to school" because I know that. I just wanted to mention it, alright?). I wanted to talk to someone about all this. Only to her. But then, her internet wasn’t working properly (flip side of technology, you see? Tch tch tch...) and throughout the day I don’t have the time to talk. It’s only late at night when she is either busy or sleeping (what else do you think normal humans, unlike me, do?)
Now…getting back to the thing I was talking about. ME. Me, as a kid.
There were plenty of incidents of childhood that have stayed with me throughout. I was never very physically mischievous as a kid but there was plenty of mischief that was pumped into me!
There was this once when someone in the class had taken my home-work note book and when the teacher was checking the work, I couldn’t find it. It was weird. She didn’t listen to me and started rapping me on the knuckles (yeow! That hurt) and till my patience barrier was up (and it’s generally not very high, except for certain people. Those for whom it is, will understand this line) I bore the rapping and then I bit her with all the strength my little frame (how tall do you expect a six-year-old to be, anyway!) could muster! Must say I left quite a prominent mark! Was, needless to say, told to get out of the class. And I did. I wasn’t taking injustice for anything! The worst though, was yet to come because my mother happened to be a teacher in the school and when the news reached her, I was called to the staff room. Yes, I had SOME support I thought and went jumping. But there the tables had been turned and I got this resounding, impression leaving, one cracker of a slap from my mom! That long, straight mop of hair on my head went flying in all directions! Christ, that was insane! Next exam, I scored the highest in the teacher’s paper and I could see the invisible slap on her face when she handed me my paper. The subject, by the way, was the scary, haunting one called Mathematics. I still hate the subject (it’s a different thing that my dad loves it. Who says all sons take after their dads?)
Then again, there was this lunch thing that our school followed because they felt that the kids should have steaming hot lunch (it was a different thing though, that the lunch, by the time it reached us, was cold!) so there was this huge, massive water tank that provided for the water requirements. So, little band of naughty kids that we were…we jumped in to the pool (or tank) and went for a swim. That too, we were fully dressed in chocolate shorts with suspenders and white shirt. Boy! Was that an experience or what…nobody ever knew! And invariably I became the hero since I led the band! Mischief galore eh?
Then there was another time when we had a competition called getting ready for school. The school uniform was piled at the end of the track and the kids had to run (wearing their under wears) to the end of the track and wear the uniform and get back. Yikes! That was, when I look back at it, pretty embarrassing! Anyway, kids are kids and we were really thrilled about the thing. The day dawned and we took our places on the track. I had rolled up my socks for easy wearing. Bang! Fired the gun and off we were! I reached my pile of clothes second. But was quicker (I am always fast at putting on and taking off clothes. No pun intended) in getting dressed. So I put my shirt, shorts and socks on and was confused for a split second about whether to wear my left shoe first or the right one! Scratch…scratch…I stood there thinking. Then I saw the guy beside me putting on the socks. Panic hit my gut. I sat down and pushed both the feet into the shoes (isn’t that adorable, now?) and tied the laces. Turned around and ran…
A step away from the finishing line…plonk…plonk…off came both the buttons of my suspender straps (that’s precisely why I dislike suspenders.) and when I stopped, they hung like a the tails of a two tailed ape. I was a little confused…what the hell?! But then, the judges thought that I was good enough to win the first prize and hence it was given to me! Yippee! And there is another one…(please read that…please!! I promise I won’t bore you.)
I told you about this hot lunch funda, didn’t I? We also had milk served with that. Now, I always loved milk…still do. Now, we had this huge class of 40 kids and on that particular day…most of them were absent. But the jugs of milk had arrived. And our class teacher’s son (who was four years our senior) had come down that day because his classes had been done with earlier. So…a challenge came up. Who could beat him in drinking milk? Hey…how could I not take up such a call?! So I listened to my inner voice and it said “go. Do it” and so I went ahead. First glass. Then the second. Then third. Fourth followed. By the ninth, he was out and I continued. Beat him by a jug and three glasses! Yikes! And even more surprising, I digested all that without ANY problem! After that, it wasn’t uncommon to hear mothers say…”see? You should be like him. He drinks milk!”
Boy what a feeling that was! And there was this one day when a pup (one of the six that the bitch in the school had delivered) wandered off and sat right under the truck that was carrying construction material for an upcoming apartment. I for some unknown reason, am an absolute animal lover (lizards and cockroaches are the only exceptions). So I crawled under the truck and tried enticing the pup with a biscuit. Those days, since I was too young to handle big sums of money, I was given a few rupees to spend once in a while. So that day I had only a buck left on me (sheesh…that’s very little when I look back at it) so I bought a loose biscuit for the pup and tried to bring him out. That freaking obstinate idiot just wouldn’t listen! So I got right under the damned truck and caught hold of it. Gently. As I was about to crawl out, I heard the engine rev to life. Shit! Now what? I screamed in the hope that the driver might just listen but he probably couldn’t hear a thing (just like that girl who never listens to me and is probably reading this right now). The huge monster of a truck started moving and since I was between the wheels, I couldn’t get out either way! Plus the poor pup would have died (not that he would have survived sitting under the wheel anyway but still…) with me! Luckily this woman who was working on the site saw a white school uniform and screamed out to the driver. The truck stopped millimeters from my head. For a second I couldn’t believe I was alive and then I crawled out and gave her a candy that got that day in the class. I mean, as it was, I was six and on top of that, broke. What could one expect a broke six-year old to do to show gratitude??? She burst out laughing, showing a set of tobacco stained teeth. Yikes! That WAS sort of…umm…let’s say…scary. So I ran off with the pup and put it in my bag. I still remember my mom shriek at the sight of something moving in my bag. Then she opened it to find a pup jump out and pee on the sofa! He got away with it and I got the hiding. Strange divine justice, must say! Irony of life. Anyway…the pup stayed on for a few days and then I thought that if I am away from my mom, I would miss her and so maybe even he was missing his mom. So I carried it all the way back to school and gave it to the mother. I think I saw the mother smile at the sight of the pup. Do dogs smile? I don’t know…might have been an illusion.
Have plenty of such incidents to narrate…but I am running out of time and space. The other incidents are just for you to share lady…if you have the time and the inclination to know (this is person specific and all other ladies ignore this statement PLEASE!). all the while that I wrote this…I missed you. Throughout all these years, because of many incidents and company, somewhere I had lost the small joys of life. Now I am back. And hope…the person who got me back on track (rather, for whom I came back on track) comes back to me! Amen. No no…it’s of course not my mom because the she has already given up on me! This will be surprise even for her! So…I am not all that bad eh?!
Scratch…wonder…wonder! Missed you baby.
And for all the patient readers (the ones who have survived the ordeal of having read this ENTIRE post), you deserve a Nobel people! Till next time then…
Adios.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
A little note...
With every approaching dawn,
Life moves on,
Adding a new page everyday,
To the existence.
There are days,
Which are bright and sunny,
And then again,
There are the ones that are cloudy.
There are days which,
Have celebrations in them,
And then there are ones that,
Make life look so lonely.
Sometimes, there are moments,
Moments when I just want to walk on the beach,
Holding someone I live to die for,
But I know…she isn’t here for me…
Some are the days, when.
Life is on a high and,
On others, it’s submerged,
Beneath unfathomable gloom.
These moments and days,
Make up one’s existence,
That spans across years…decades!
And every moment of it adds meaning.
Something is learnt, from every passing day,
Good, bad, ugly; be what it may.
It’s just that when it’s cloudy, one prays for sunlight,
And on the days of scorching heat, one prays for a drizzle.
To live and to exist, are not the same thing,
There is an unwritten difference,
A difference that is to be felt,
It’s there to be understood.
Till now, I have just existed,
Now I want to live.
Just one question, I have to ask you…
Will you hold my hand when I seek it in the dark?
Hey people…
Hello. I have been missing for the past one day. Yeah, I didn’t have the time to write. I was, let’s just say, a little preoccupied. Tell me, did you like the piece above? Just wrote it sitting here on the computer. Actually, I was thinking of someone and missing the person a lot. And for me, the best way to express is to write! Hence I did. It’s just a little piece that came in from the heart. Words arranged themselves into cohesive sentences and the poem formed itself.
Sometimes, it’s really strange. Strange to the point of being scary! Spontaneity plays and writing happens by itself. And at other times, even taxing the all controlling brain doesn’t get results. Strange are the ways of human creativity. Isn’t it?
Now, why am I sitting here and typing out this post when I should be sitting on this damned (no, it’s actually pretty good) machine working? I don’t know. I just simply DON’T!
I am a little strange…a little whacko, maybe (not that I didn’t know it earlier) but I sometimes feel like jumping from one topic to another. Now, suddenly, I feel like talking about static electricity. Yikes! I am going to be a copywriter and if I keep jumping topics like this…I will be thrown out of my job! What will happen then? Scratch…wonder…scratch…scratch…(this is the sound of me, thinking)! Now, I come back to topic (yes, I know I said that I am a little whacko…but I am not deranged!) of static electricity. Now, I presume you know what static electricity is and if you DON’T then go back to your schoolbooks!
Someone here tapped someone else on the shoulder and apparently got a mild shock. Now, what’s so strange about THAT?? It has happened to me plenty of times that I just brush against someone and got a mild shock! It’s purely because of static electricity (whoa…I am electrifying…is something that people will think, maybe) and it’s the same principle that works when one rubs a comb or scale on the hair or woolen fabric and picks up pieces of paper with it ☺
It’s THAT simple! Hmm…now that makes me think. Lights. Camera. ACTION! I am thinking and before I lose my chain of thought, I shall run to compose it properly. I know I am abstract and all that but I will, someday, have a job to keep…
So, just practicing from now on.
Keep dropping in once in a while to check up on these nutcase’s posts. Maybe I will eventually come up with good pieces of literature. Till I do, help me upgrade my writing by bringing in your comments (just don’t make them TOO bad)!
Till next time then…
Adios.
Life moves on,
Adding a new page everyday,
To the existence.
There are days,
Which are bright and sunny,
And then again,
There are the ones that are cloudy.
There are days which,
Have celebrations in them,
And then there are ones that,
Make life look so lonely.
Sometimes, there are moments,
Moments when I just want to walk on the beach,
Holding someone I live to die for,
But I know…she isn’t here for me…
Some are the days, when.
Life is on a high and,
On others, it’s submerged,
Beneath unfathomable gloom.
These moments and days,
Make up one’s existence,
That spans across years…decades!
And every moment of it adds meaning.
Something is learnt, from every passing day,
Good, bad, ugly; be what it may.
It’s just that when it’s cloudy, one prays for sunlight,
And on the days of scorching heat, one prays for a drizzle.
To live and to exist, are not the same thing,
There is an unwritten difference,
A difference that is to be felt,
It’s there to be understood.
Till now, I have just existed,
Now I want to live.
Just one question, I have to ask you…
Will you hold my hand when I seek it in the dark?
Hey people…
Hello. I have been missing for the past one day. Yeah, I didn’t have the time to write. I was, let’s just say, a little preoccupied. Tell me, did you like the piece above? Just wrote it sitting here on the computer. Actually, I was thinking of someone and missing the person a lot. And for me, the best way to express is to write! Hence I did. It’s just a little piece that came in from the heart. Words arranged themselves into cohesive sentences and the poem formed itself.
Sometimes, it’s really strange. Strange to the point of being scary! Spontaneity plays and writing happens by itself. And at other times, even taxing the all controlling brain doesn’t get results. Strange are the ways of human creativity. Isn’t it?
Now, why am I sitting here and typing out this post when I should be sitting on this damned (no, it’s actually pretty good) machine working? I don’t know. I just simply DON’T!
I am a little strange…a little whacko, maybe (not that I didn’t know it earlier) but I sometimes feel like jumping from one topic to another. Now, suddenly, I feel like talking about static electricity. Yikes! I am going to be a copywriter and if I keep jumping topics like this…I will be thrown out of my job! What will happen then? Scratch…wonder…scratch…scratch…(this is the sound of me, thinking)! Now, I come back to topic (yes, I know I said that I am a little whacko…but I am not deranged!) of static electricity. Now, I presume you know what static electricity is and if you DON’T then go back to your schoolbooks!
Someone here tapped someone else on the shoulder and apparently got a mild shock. Now, what’s so strange about THAT?? It has happened to me plenty of times that I just brush against someone and got a mild shock! It’s purely because of static electricity (whoa…I am electrifying…is something that people will think, maybe) and it’s the same principle that works when one rubs a comb or scale on the hair or woolen fabric and picks up pieces of paper with it ☺
It’s THAT simple! Hmm…now that makes me think. Lights. Camera. ACTION! I am thinking and before I lose my chain of thought, I shall run to compose it properly. I know I am abstract and all that but I will, someday, have a job to keep…
So, just practicing from now on.
Keep dropping in once in a while to check up on these nutcase’s posts. Maybe I will eventually come up with good pieces of literature. Till I do, help me upgrade my writing by bringing in your comments (just don’t make them TOO bad)!
Till next time then…
Adios.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Birthday Description...
Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
The Birthday....description....
Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
The Birthday....description....
Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Birthday and a strange gift.
September 27, every year, happens to be my birthday. People wish and call. And I am expected to treat them. What for? I mean, I had NO hand in my being born on this date (or on any other for that matter) because it was God’s (if there is one) and the doctor’s (this person was there for sure) decision! In fact, my parents didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be born on this date! I mean, it’s MY LIFE isn’t it?
And today happens to be September 26 and people are already wishing. A day early! Scratch scratch! And I don’t understand why people fret so much on birthdays. Yeah, I know it’s nice and all that but then I still don’t get the point. And not like miracles happen on birthdays! I mean I know because I have faced it. I got a call from someone who gave me the most unusual birthday gift, probably the most bitter, though. And to top it all off, the person asked me, “what can I do to make you feel better?”
That’s the weirdest question I have heard in the 22 years of existence of mine! I mean in spite of knowing what the person CAN do and also knowing that it’s NOT something that the person WILL do, why even bother asking. There is a lesson for all the people reading: when you know there is something you CAN do for someone but you DON’T WANT to do it, you will prove yourself extremely stupid if you still ask.
Anyway, life’s great the way it is and I guess luck is meant for the more fortunate. Fine, I am rambling on too much about one thing. Let’s just change the topic.
At 12 O’ Clock, mid-night I will be dunked. Now, dunking is this interesting concept on campus. Water is mixed in careful proportions with a lot of things like nail polish, Bournvita, shave gel, sand, eggs and a whole lot of other constituents and the person who happens to have the birthday is bathed in it. I know it sounds like one hell of a stinker and trust me, it IS!! And then everyone around is eventually dunked, though will just water. Will the birthday kicks follow? I don’t have any clue to that one question. Hope they don’t, though ☺
And not to mention all the cake that’s going to be smeared on my face! Freak…it sounds scary already. But rest assured, it’s fun. The problem will be at 12, when everyone is trying to call me and the number will be jammed. On birthdays, phone numbers end up looking like on of those caller driven shows where the numbers flashing on the screen are busy ALL THE TIME when one is actually trying the number! I sometimes wonder, these people who DO get through these numbers…do they keep trying throughout the whole damn day?! Roxy, our director’s dog was down with pneumonia sometime back. Though of late, the guy’s health is improving. He was barking at the monkeys on the trees today. Hey! My dog does the same! The monkeys up there know that the dogs can’t reach them anyway and the dogs keep barking continuously in the hope that either the monkeys will scamper away or will come down on even ground. Never happens. Monkeys win most of the time! Yeah, I know hope is one crappy thing in this world. N fact I just had someone telling me today “I don’t want you to have any hopes”. Hmm. Ok. No hopes then.
Now about the treat. One is supposed to treat people on the birthday. Pray tell me why should there be a treat for a decision taken about MY life in which I myself had no role to play?! Strange isn’t it? I completely agree. Oh… I just noticed that I had mentioned the treat point in the beginning. Sorry. Actually that first birthday gift (yeah, the same with the bitter taste) has actually confused me a little.
Last evening I was conversing with this girl who suddenly asked me to tell her something interesting because she was bored. What the hell? I mean, do I look like a vending machine that gives interesting trivia for a dime? She burst out laughing when she heard that. Was that freaking funny? I didn’t think it was. Told her that. Sometime later, she left in search of more interesting vending machines. That’s what happens to me all the time. As long as I am an interesting trivia and company vending machine, people from the opposite gender stay, then they just walk away. Wow. From now on I shall display a board saying VENDING MACHINE OUT OF STOCK. Good, ain’t it? I know.
My dog’s birthday is on January 17, every year. Why isn’t cake smeared on his face? Why doesn’t he have to blow out candles? Obviously because he is a DOG! Though, he does get to cut a cake, which he tries to sink his teeth into even before it’s cut! Sheesh. That’s one hungry manner less dog. But then again, are dogs supposed to be well mannered? Don’t really think so. If someone smears him with a cake, he will probably lick himself all over to clean it. Yeech.
Hey, I know a few people who share the birthday with me and trust me, it’s strange to say “same to you” when someone says “Happy Birthday”. Weird. Very weird. How many people do you happen to know of that kind? If there are many then welcome to the club!
Anyway, I am tired of typing. So I shall call it quits for this post and do something useful. I also have to get the bitter taste off me. Let’s see what I can do. This one birthday I will remember for sure. All because of that one gift and the dunking. God! I am yet another year older! My time on the face of this planet is reducing… help!!!!
Keep dropping in for more sometimes.
Adios.
And today happens to be September 26 and people are already wishing. A day early! Scratch scratch! And I don’t understand why people fret so much on birthdays. Yeah, I know it’s nice and all that but then I still don’t get the point. And not like miracles happen on birthdays! I mean I know because I have faced it. I got a call from someone who gave me the most unusual birthday gift, probably the most bitter, though. And to top it all off, the person asked me, “what can I do to make you feel better?”
That’s the weirdest question I have heard in the 22 years of existence of mine! I mean in spite of knowing what the person CAN do and also knowing that it’s NOT something that the person WILL do, why even bother asking. There is a lesson for all the people reading: when you know there is something you CAN do for someone but you DON’T WANT to do it, you will prove yourself extremely stupid if you still ask.
Anyway, life’s great the way it is and I guess luck is meant for the more fortunate. Fine, I am rambling on too much about one thing. Let’s just change the topic.
At 12 O’ Clock, mid-night I will be dunked. Now, dunking is this interesting concept on campus. Water is mixed in careful proportions with a lot of things like nail polish, Bournvita, shave gel, sand, eggs and a whole lot of other constituents and the person who happens to have the birthday is bathed in it. I know it sounds like one hell of a stinker and trust me, it IS!! And then everyone around is eventually dunked, though will just water. Will the birthday kicks follow? I don’t have any clue to that one question. Hope they don’t, though ☺
And not to mention all the cake that’s going to be smeared on my face! Freak…it sounds scary already. But rest assured, it’s fun. The problem will be at 12, when everyone is trying to call me and the number will be jammed. On birthdays, phone numbers end up looking like on of those caller driven shows where the numbers flashing on the screen are busy ALL THE TIME when one is actually trying the number! I sometimes wonder, these people who DO get through these numbers…do they keep trying throughout the whole damn day?! Roxy, our director’s dog was down with pneumonia sometime back. Though of late, the guy’s health is improving. He was barking at the monkeys on the trees today. Hey! My dog does the same! The monkeys up there know that the dogs can’t reach them anyway and the dogs keep barking continuously in the hope that either the monkeys will scamper away or will come down on even ground. Never happens. Monkeys win most of the time! Yeah, I know hope is one crappy thing in this world. N fact I just had someone telling me today “I don’t want you to have any hopes”. Hmm. Ok. No hopes then.
Now about the treat. One is supposed to treat people on the birthday. Pray tell me why should there be a treat for a decision taken about MY life in which I myself had no role to play?! Strange isn’t it? I completely agree. Oh… I just noticed that I had mentioned the treat point in the beginning. Sorry. Actually that first birthday gift (yeah, the same with the bitter taste) has actually confused me a little.
Last evening I was conversing with this girl who suddenly asked me to tell her something interesting because she was bored. What the hell? I mean, do I look like a vending machine that gives interesting trivia for a dime? She burst out laughing when she heard that. Was that freaking funny? I didn’t think it was. Told her that. Sometime later, she left in search of more interesting vending machines. That’s what happens to me all the time. As long as I am an interesting trivia and company vending machine, people from the opposite gender stay, then they just walk away. Wow. From now on I shall display a board saying VENDING MACHINE OUT OF STOCK. Good, ain’t it? I know.
My dog’s birthday is on January 17, every year. Why isn’t cake smeared on his face? Why doesn’t he have to blow out candles? Obviously because he is a DOG! Though, he does get to cut a cake, which he tries to sink his teeth into even before it’s cut! Sheesh. That’s one hungry manner less dog. But then again, are dogs supposed to be well mannered? Don’t really think so. If someone smears him with a cake, he will probably lick himself all over to clean it. Yeech.
Hey, I know a few people who share the birthday with me and trust me, it’s strange to say “same to you” when someone says “Happy Birthday”. Weird. Very weird. How many people do you happen to know of that kind? If there are many then welcome to the club!
Anyway, I am tired of typing. So I shall call it quits for this post and do something useful. I also have to get the bitter taste off me. Let’s see what I can do. This one birthday I will remember for sure. All because of that one gift and the dunking. God! I am yet another year older! My time on the face of this planet is reducing… help!!!!
Keep dropping in for more sometimes.
Adios.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Garba on Sunday..very nice :)
Hey readers! Welcome. So…you have time to waste yet again?? Haha…
Ok, just kidding. Now, between my last post and this one, the Third World War hasn’t started, the world hasn’t fallen apart, the Sun hasn’t lost all the hydrogen and helium, my dog hasn’t given birth to a litter of pups (how can he? He is a DOG…not a Bitch for Pete’s sake!). In short, nothing major has happened in the world. But I am back, yet again with the few interesting (that’s my way of looking at it because it’s my blog) things that have happened in my life.
Read on and tell me if you liked it or not.
At 8 in the morning, I opened my eyes groggily to my friend pushing me to wake me up. I woke up to find myself in front of the computer (yes, the same one I am working on right now) in the lab. The last time I remembered having seen the huge wall clock in the lab was at 6 a.m. And that meant that I had fallen asleep in the lab itself (with my legs rested up on the table), which was not the best thing to discover, the first in the morning.
Anyway, I could hear my friend yelling something in my ear, of which I could make no sense at first. Then, as the fog around my eyes, ears, head and memory cleared, I figured out that he was asking me if I wanted to go down to his place for a lunch of boneless chicken and rice or not and that two other guys were coming along. I mean, which idiot on this planet would refuse such an offer?! I said I sure did. His reply was something I didn’t like. I never do. He said his car would arrive in 10 minutes and I had to look presentable by then. Now, you tell me, who on this earth likes to be rushed right in the morning? Still, the temptation of the lunch (and breakfast that came along with it) was too strong. So I pulled my frame out of the chair and walked up to the room. Got dressed. Dropped on the bed and dozed off again…just to discover him kicking my bed. Sheesh!
The car came in and off we were. I do not remember anything that happened after five minutes of having boarded the car because I was sound asleep. The drive generally lasts 45 minutes. So I caught a quick nap. But that wasn’t enough to compensate for four nights of NO SLEEP, was what I eventually discovered. We landed up at his place. Met his dad, said hello and went up to the room. There, I promptly ordered an omelette of three eggs and bread and fruit juice. I know it was heavy but then…haven’t you heard that one should have breakfast like a king, lunch like a soldier and dinner like a pauper? But that’s besides the point. The food had been polished off the plate in 5 minutes flat (yeah I can hog when essential) and I dropped on the bed like a log and was as good as someone in coma within 3 to 4 minutes. When I woke up, the other guys were gone. So I went to look for them and found them in the pool. Changed and joined them. Lunch finally happened at 4 in the afternoon. And by 9, we were back. Then I discovered that people were going for Garba.
Now, being in Gujarat, I really didn’t want to miss that. I mean, this is the place where it originated for Heaven’s sake!!! So I changed into a black embroidered kurta, light biscuit trousers (since I am not carrying pajamas here) and a cream crepe bandhani and off we were. The destination was NID (for those who don’t know, it’s National Instt. of Design) and we reached at around 10.30.
People were already dancing and there was a huge crowd. Eye candy was in abundance but I was not really in the mood. Was missing someone. For sometime, I loitered around because I had no clue to how the dance was performed. Then, inevitably, I was dragged into the circle. Some stray girl came up to me and said that I was looking nice and would I like to accompany her. Hmm…good question. Considering I didn’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, I said no. She persisted, I resisted and finally she said that if I didn’t know how to dance then she would teach me. Then there was really no escape. So I went. I was a little surprised to find that I was a fast learner at stuff like this (yikes! That’s scary) and caught on. After that I continued dancing. The partners, though, kept changing. Good looking they were. But after all that I have seen and been through in life, one thing I can say for sure is that it’s much better to have one steady partner than several unsteady ones. Be it in life, love, dance or anything else. The one I wished for wasn’t there. There were girls wearing all sorts of things from ghagras to denims! Yikes! Denim for garba? Holy Christ! And the ones who were wearing the ghagras had these round pieces of glass embedded in them which made them look like a walking mirror. More like, dancing ones☺
There was a lot of confusion as well, when people were dancing in a group. Then I went and got myself something to drink. Some of the people around were a little high on alcohol. Then the musicians took a little break so I went and sat with the rest of the gang. People were being asked for dance and so was I (what made you think I wasn’t, anyway?) but the ONE dance partner I actually wanted to dance with wasn’t around and if she is reading this, she will understand. So I called her up. Spoke to her. She called back and we spoke for some more time. The place suddenly seemed better!! So back I went into the dancing ring and tried dancing a little more.
It was a blast. The whole thing ended at around 1.30 a.m. reached the campus at 2.15. all the dancing has caused me to sweat (obviously) so I changed and decided to post yet another blog. Hence, here I am! But right now it’s 4.30 a.m. and I have a headache for some unknown reason. So this post might have become a little long winding and boring half way. Sorry folks☺
I am sleepy and headached. So I shall leave all you readers (who themselves would have had a headache by now, after having read all this) and go get some more sleep! Hehe…
Till next time then, take care.
Adios.
Ok, just kidding. Now, between my last post and this one, the Third World War hasn’t started, the world hasn’t fallen apart, the Sun hasn’t lost all the hydrogen and helium, my dog hasn’t given birth to a litter of pups (how can he? He is a DOG…not a Bitch for Pete’s sake!). In short, nothing major has happened in the world. But I am back, yet again with the few interesting (that’s my way of looking at it because it’s my blog) things that have happened in my life.
Read on and tell me if you liked it or not.
At 8 in the morning, I opened my eyes groggily to my friend pushing me to wake me up. I woke up to find myself in front of the computer (yes, the same one I am working on right now) in the lab. The last time I remembered having seen the huge wall clock in the lab was at 6 a.m. And that meant that I had fallen asleep in the lab itself (with my legs rested up on the table), which was not the best thing to discover, the first in the morning.
Anyway, I could hear my friend yelling something in my ear, of which I could make no sense at first. Then, as the fog around my eyes, ears, head and memory cleared, I figured out that he was asking me if I wanted to go down to his place for a lunch of boneless chicken and rice or not and that two other guys were coming along. I mean, which idiot on this planet would refuse such an offer?! I said I sure did. His reply was something I didn’t like. I never do. He said his car would arrive in 10 minutes and I had to look presentable by then. Now, you tell me, who on this earth likes to be rushed right in the morning? Still, the temptation of the lunch (and breakfast that came along with it) was too strong. So I pulled my frame out of the chair and walked up to the room. Got dressed. Dropped on the bed and dozed off again…just to discover him kicking my bed. Sheesh!
The car came in and off we were. I do not remember anything that happened after five minutes of having boarded the car because I was sound asleep. The drive generally lasts 45 minutes. So I caught a quick nap. But that wasn’t enough to compensate for four nights of NO SLEEP, was what I eventually discovered. We landed up at his place. Met his dad, said hello and went up to the room. There, I promptly ordered an omelette of three eggs and bread and fruit juice. I know it was heavy but then…haven’t you heard that one should have breakfast like a king, lunch like a soldier and dinner like a pauper? But that’s besides the point. The food had been polished off the plate in 5 minutes flat (yeah I can hog when essential) and I dropped on the bed like a log and was as good as someone in coma within 3 to 4 minutes. When I woke up, the other guys were gone. So I went to look for them and found them in the pool. Changed and joined them. Lunch finally happened at 4 in the afternoon. And by 9, we were back. Then I discovered that people were going for Garba.
Now, being in Gujarat, I really didn’t want to miss that. I mean, this is the place where it originated for Heaven’s sake!!! So I changed into a black embroidered kurta, light biscuit trousers (since I am not carrying pajamas here) and a cream crepe bandhani and off we were. The destination was NID (for those who don’t know, it’s National Instt. of Design) and we reached at around 10.30.
People were already dancing and there was a huge crowd. Eye candy was in abundance but I was not really in the mood. Was missing someone. For sometime, I loitered around because I had no clue to how the dance was performed. Then, inevitably, I was dragged into the circle. Some stray girl came up to me and said that I was looking nice and would I like to accompany her. Hmm…good question. Considering I didn’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, I said no. She persisted, I resisted and finally she said that if I didn’t know how to dance then she would teach me. Then there was really no escape. So I went. I was a little surprised to find that I was a fast learner at stuff like this (yikes! That’s scary) and caught on. After that I continued dancing. The partners, though, kept changing. Good looking they were. But after all that I have seen and been through in life, one thing I can say for sure is that it’s much better to have one steady partner than several unsteady ones. Be it in life, love, dance or anything else. The one I wished for wasn’t there. There were girls wearing all sorts of things from ghagras to denims! Yikes! Denim for garba? Holy Christ! And the ones who were wearing the ghagras had these round pieces of glass embedded in them which made them look like a walking mirror. More like, dancing ones☺
There was a lot of confusion as well, when people were dancing in a group. Then I went and got myself something to drink. Some of the people around were a little high on alcohol. Then the musicians took a little break so I went and sat with the rest of the gang. People were being asked for dance and so was I (what made you think I wasn’t, anyway?) but the ONE dance partner I actually wanted to dance with wasn’t around and if she is reading this, she will understand. So I called her up. Spoke to her. She called back and we spoke for some more time. The place suddenly seemed better!! So back I went into the dancing ring and tried dancing a little more.
It was a blast. The whole thing ended at around 1.30 a.m. reached the campus at 2.15. all the dancing has caused me to sweat (obviously) so I changed and decided to post yet another blog. Hence, here I am! But right now it’s 4.30 a.m. and I have a headache for some unknown reason. So this post might have become a little long winding and boring half way. Sorry folks☺
I am sleepy and headached. So I shall leave all you readers (who themselves would have had a headache by now, after having read all this) and go get some more sleep! Hehe…
Till next time then, take care.
Adios.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Read THIS ONE for sure :)
I am back. With no vengeance, though!! This one will be long but hopefully more interesing than the mundane stuff I have been writing about.
Today was a long day. And considering that one of my campaigns got approved, it wasn’t bad either! I finally got a haircut today, after almost two months!! Yikes, that’s LONG!! I mean, time-wise. Now, guess what the haircut has done to me? It has made me look HUMAN again! Or else, I looked more like an ape! So much so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the many monkeys on our campus took me to be one of their clan!
Now, talking of looks, I was talking to this friend of mine to whom I mentioned that I stand 6 feet and 2 inches above sea level. She said that it was a good height. Now, what I fail to understand is…what’s GOOD or BAD about someone’s HEIGHT? I swear to Almighty, I have nothing to do with it. I mean it. For that matter, any physical attribute of a person is a sheer coincidence and nobody should really take credit for it, or discredit either. I know people who look very good and are proud of it. Pray tell me WHY?? Like, for example, I sometimes find my height a little bit of a problem (though most of the times it's an advantage) when I see people sleep peacefully in any of the Indian trains. Because for me, invariably my body, beyond my ankles, sticks out of the berth and people keep brushing against it all the damn time! Specially if it’s the upper berth then that is even more disturbing because the heads of the people walking by keep tickling my soles. Not to mention that I feel like I am BLESSING them all the time ☺
Now, I have a nose that’s a little funny. It is round at the tip. So much so, that I am scared. Scared because if, someday, during one of the FIFA finals, the ball bursts, thanks to all the kicking that it undergoes, these guys will probably chop off my nose to continue the game!! Sheeesh…that will be pretty painful! And I can’t even help it because that’s the way I was manufactured! And my parents didn’t exactly order for a custom made baby. Divine error. The girl that I mentioned earlier, the one who is very close to me, is 5 feet 5 inches. Though, now she is going out with another guy (maybe she didn’t like my nose), when she was with me, it was really nice to hug her (it felt so great). One, because she was a perfect fit for my arms and two, because she was 9 inches shorter. It was the perfect situation when she could actually, pretty literally put her head on my chest and close her eyes. That made the kiss, that followed, very special. Every single time. That made HER very special. Anyway, she has someone else now (blame my nose) so this is besides the point.
Writing is a really good hobby. People have asked me about how I manage to come up with something to write about everyday. The truth is, I just put words to form meaningful (or should I say, hopefully meaningful) sentences and then string those sentences to form cohesive paragraphs! See, my knowledge is really limited and that’s why I can’t really find new topics everyday. It’s all about what life throws up in front of me. I just give words to situations. It’s not the high-end language that’s used; it’s how one uses the language to put thoughts across. Simple, isn’t it? I spoke to the special girl (yes, the same one mentioned above) today and she told me that the thing I have written about the hare and the tortoise in the previous post is actually true. I know it is but for two reasons, it made me laugh. One was that I knew that it was true from personal experience because in our case, I was like the hare and her current guy was like the tortoise because I presumed that I was closer to her and he took her away at the last moment. That too, in one single night of conversing with her! Whoa! And the second reason was because she actually reads my blog (she actually has the time and the inclination to)! Though, I am not complaining because it just proves that at least I can write well! Not just her, there have been quite a few people who have read my posts and told me what they felt. I am happy because it proves that I can attract readers (hopefully). Writing has been a passion with me and if one does anything with passion, it eventually turns out to be good (I would like to believe that the same applies to my writing as well). That’s a personal belief, though. Sometimes, when I look back at the days when I struggled to write one line in this language that I am writing in right now, it feels strange. Till my fifth grade, I sucked at writing (though I had attempted to write a poem when I was in the third grade). And then I went to Scindia Public School, Gwalior. There, we had an essay writing competition. The topic was Friendship (what else can a fifth grade write about anyway) and I participated. I filled two pages. Though I don’t quite remember what I wrote about, I remember having had no hopes of winning because there were guys who were known to be good at writing. I was the underdog. Then came the day of the results and I was hoping against hope that I might just win SOMETHING. Even if it was a consolation prize, it would be consoling. My ears were tuned to catch any sound that remotely resembled my name. they went in an ascending order. First came the consolation prize. Not me. Next was the third prize. Not me again. When my name wasn’t announced even for the second prize, I had given up hopes completely and detuned my ears. Then it happened. My name was announced for the first prize. I was more shocked than happy because I thought that there was some kind of mistake. So remained standing at my place, at the end of the line (yeah I was a little tall even then), till the guy beside me nudged me. Up I went to the dais, with a sheepish smile because by then, my name had been announced thrice already! I took the certificate and the prize, came back and stood where I had been earlier. I was a little dazed even then because I was scared that they may just say it was a mistake and take my gift and certificate back! Was a little shocked too. I mean c’mon, I was just 10 years old and at that age, little things like this matter a lot! I was a kid after all (I still had the round nose though). I remember having read my name at least 20 times on the certificate to let the feeling sink in. Later, the guy who was the favorite competitor came along and made an acid remark that such flashes in the pan were common and it was sheer fluke. He said that once in a while, even the underdogs got to see the face of victory. I took that one remark to heart. And that’s why I am here today. That was the first time I wrote with a passion and there has been no looking back. Initially, it was to beat him in competitions and then I started to love writing. The knack (whatever little I have) was probably God’s gift. And that’s why I say that I was born to write and I shall write my own epitaph. Now, writing has become a passion. Sometimes, there just has to be one catalyst to trigger off that passion for reading, writing, poetry and the like. Anyone who is literate can write. And write well.
Such incidents in life, make life what it eventually becomes. So I shall try sharing more such incidents (if you are not bored with this one already). And as for now, I have written enough (I am at the end of the second page of the word document!) and I shall head back to a little work before the nail hits my head. Come back for more when you have the time. It will be nice (though it might waste a little time).
Till then, take care and be good.
Adios.
Today was a long day. And considering that one of my campaigns got approved, it wasn’t bad either! I finally got a haircut today, after almost two months!! Yikes, that’s LONG!! I mean, time-wise. Now, guess what the haircut has done to me? It has made me look HUMAN again! Or else, I looked more like an ape! So much so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the many monkeys on our campus took me to be one of their clan!
Now, talking of looks, I was talking to this friend of mine to whom I mentioned that I stand 6 feet and 2 inches above sea level. She said that it was a good height. Now, what I fail to understand is…what’s GOOD or BAD about someone’s HEIGHT? I swear to Almighty, I have nothing to do with it. I mean it. For that matter, any physical attribute of a person is a sheer coincidence and nobody should really take credit for it, or discredit either. I know people who look very good and are proud of it. Pray tell me WHY?? Like, for example, I sometimes find my height a little bit of a problem (though most of the times it's an advantage) when I see people sleep peacefully in any of the Indian trains. Because for me, invariably my body, beyond my ankles, sticks out of the berth and people keep brushing against it all the damn time! Specially if it’s the upper berth then that is even more disturbing because the heads of the people walking by keep tickling my soles. Not to mention that I feel like I am BLESSING them all the time ☺
Now, I have a nose that’s a little funny. It is round at the tip. So much so, that I am scared. Scared because if, someday, during one of the FIFA finals, the ball bursts, thanks to all the kicking that it undergoes, these guys will probably chop off my nose to continue the game!! Sheeesh…that will be pretty painful! And I can’t even help it because that’s the way I was manufactured! And my parents didn’t exactly order for a custom made baby. Divine error. The girl that I mentioned earlier, the one who is very close to me, is 5 feet 5 inches. Though, now she is going out with another guy (maybe she didn’t like my nose), when she was with me, it was really nice to hug her (it felt so great). One, because she was a perfect fit for my arms and two, because she was 9 inches shorter. It was the perfect situation when she could actually, pretty literally put her head on my chest and close her eyes. That made the kiss, that followed, very special. Every single time. That made HER very special. Anyway, she has someone else now (blame my nose) so this is besides the point.
Writing is a really good hobby. People have asked me about how I manage to come up with something to write about everyday. The truth is, I just put words to form meaningful (or should I say, hopefully meaningful) sentences and then string those sentences to form cohesive paragraphs! See, my knowledge is really limited and that’s why I can’t really find new topics everyday. It’s all about what life throws up in front of me. I just give words to situations. It’s not the high-end language that’s used; it’s how one uses the language to put thoughts across. Simple, isn’t it? I spoke to the special girl (yes, the same one mentioned above) today and she told me that the thing I have written about the hare and the tortoise in the previous post is actually true. I know it is but for two reasons, it made me laugh. One was that I knew that it was true from personal experience because in our case, I was like the hare and her current guy was like the tortoise because I presumed that I was closer to her and he took her away at the last moment. That too, in one single night of conversing with her! Whoa! And the second reason was because she actually reads my blog (she actually has the time and the inclination to)! Though, I am not complaining because it just proves that at least I can write well! Not just her, there have been quite a few people who have read my posts and told me what they felt. I am happy because it proves that I can attract readers (hopefully). Writing has been a passion with me and if one does anything with passion, it eventually turns out to be good (I would like to believe that the same applies to my writing as well). That’s a personal belief, though. Sometimes, when I look back at the days when I struggled to write one line in this language that I am writing in right now, it feels strange. Till my fifth grade, I sucked at writing (though I had attempted to write a poem when I was in the third grade). And then I went to Scindia Public School, Gwalior. There, we had an essay writing competition. The topic was Friendship (what else can a fifth grade write about anyway) and I participated. I filled two pages. Though I don’t quite remember what I wrote about, I remember having had no hopes of winning because there were guys who were known to be good at writing. I was the underdog. Then came the day of the results and I was hoping against hope that I might just win SOMETHING. Even if it was a consolation prize, it would be consoling. My ears were tuned to catch any sound that remotely resembled my name. they went in an ascending order. First came the consolation prize. Not me. Next was the third prize. Not me again. When my name wasn’t announced even for the second prize, I had given up hopes completely and detuned my ears. Then it happened. My name was announced for the first prize. I was more shocked than happy because I thought that there was some kind of mistake. So remained standing at my place, at the end of the line (yeah I was a little tall even then), till the guy beside me nudged me. Up I went to the dais, with a sheepish smile because by then, my name had been announced thrice already! I took the certificate and the prize, came back and stood where I had been earlier. I was a little dazed even then because I was scared that they may just say it was a mistake and take my gift and certificate back! Was a little shocked too. I mean c’mon, I was just 10 years old and at that age, little things like this matter a lot! I was a kid after all (I still had the round nose though). I remember having read my name at least 20 times on the certificate to let the feeling sink in. Later, the guy who was the favorite competitor came along and made an acid remark that such flashes in the pan were common and it was sheer fluke. He said that once in a while, even the underdogs got to see the face of victory. I took that one remark to heart. And that’s why I am here today. That was the first time I wrote with a passion and there has been no looking back. Initially, it was to beat him in competitions and then I started to love writing. The knack (whatever little I have) was probably God’s gift. And that’s why I say that I was born to write and I shall write my own epitaph. Now, writing has become a passion. Sometimes, there just has to be one catalyst to trigger off that passion for reading, writing, poetry and the like. Anyone who is literate can write. And write well.
Such incidents in life, make life what it eventually becomes. So I shall try sharing more such incidents (if you are not bored with this one already). And as for now, I have written enough (I am at the end of the second page of the word document!) and I shall head back to a little work before the nail hits my head. Come back for more when you have the time. It will be nice (though it might waste a little time).
Till then, take care and be good.
Adios.
Friday, September 22, 2006
today's report.
The day started a little early today. We have a faculty who has come down to assess the copy and advertisements again! Good. Very good. But I am pretty messed up considering that half my work…no more than half my work has not been done!
Hey, while blogging I just discovered something. It’s a great way to express oneself and let the pent up thoughts out. Being a copywriter again, I have to know how to write long copy as well as one liners and people have told me that I can sometimes come up with pinching one liners. The only problem is that, it’s in certain cases. Got to improve or else I am so screwed (sorry for the language) because the agency guys are going to ruin my happiness. So far as long copy is concerned, I am so used to blogging that I guess it shouldn’t really be a problem. And a request to anyone who has read the previous posts, or, is reading this one. PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU GIVE ME PROPER COMMENTS. I mean…I need to know if my writing is effective or not at all!
Anyway, here it’s 1.30 a.m. and I am sitting here posting entries. I have a target of finishing off my campaigns on coffins. Have a few ideas simmering in the head but then, I can’t say it out because it hasn’t been finalized yet. Some of the concepts were ripped to shreds and I am a little worried. A LITTLE worried. The jury is 20 days away and I have no clue as to what to do! People in the class were watching this movie called Monsoon Wedding. Some of them have a few things approved and I am sitting here on nothing. Have heard the tortoise and the hare story but then, till it happens, my neck is on the line.
Do I sound a little to depressed and worked up? Well, maybe because I am. And that shows in the way one writes. Even Mark Twain had the same problem towards the middle and end of his writing career. Though there was a silver lining around the cloud because the person who has come down told me that a few things that I am working on are just fine and I need to fine-tune it a little. And for those who don’t know, I am back to selling coffins. To living people. I mean, when style matters in everything, why should death be an exception! Viola! That’s the idea. This is brilliant. That’s why I love blogging so much. Because it just lets my creative writing juices flow! Unbridled. And somewhere, it may just give me what I am dying to get out of my pen. Like it did just now! Good. I am proud of myself!
Anyway… before I forget the entire idea, I will go and get working ☺
So I will see all you folks later and just to tell all you people, if any of you is remotely interested in writing and appreciate good advertising, check out this website: www.neilfrench.com
This is guy is SIMPLY BRILLIANT. Haven’t seen any of that caliber so far. No wonder then, he is the world wide creative of O&M!
With that, I will leave you thinking…
Adios.
Hey, while blogging I just discovered something. It’s a great way to express oneself and let the pent up thoughts out. Being a copywriter again, I have to know how to write long copy as well as one liners and people have told me that I can sometimes come up with pinching one liners. The only problem is that, it’s in certain cases. Got to improve or else I am so screwed (sorry for the language) because the agency guys are going to ruin my happiness. So far as long copy is concerned, I am so used to blogging that I guess it shouldn’t really be a problem. And a request to anyone who has read the previous posts, or, is reading this one. PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU GIVE ME PROPER COMMENTS. I mean…I need to know if my writing is effective or not at all!
Anyway, here it’s 1.30 a.m. and I am sitting here posting entries. I have a target of finishing off my campaigns on coffins. Have a few ideas simmering in the head but then, I can’t say it out because it hasn’t been finalized yet. Some of the concepts were ripped to shreds and I am a little worried. A LITTLE worried. The jury is 20 days away and I have no clue as to what to do! People in the class were watching this movie called Monsoon Wedding. Some of them have a few things approved and I am sitting here on nothing. Have heard the tortoise and the hare story but then, till it happens, my neck is on the line.
Do I sound a little to depressed and worked up? Well, maybe because I am. And that shows in the way one writes. Even Mark Twain had the same problem towards the middle and end of his writing career. Though there was a silver lining around the cloud because the person who has come down told me that a few things that I am working on are just fine and I need to fine-tune it a little. And for those who don’t know, I am back to selling coffins. To living people. I mean, when style matters in everything, why should death be an exception! Viola! That’s the idea. This is brilliant. That’s why I love blogging so much. Because it just lets my creative writing juices flow! Unbridled. And somewhere, it may just give me what I am dying to get out of my pen. Like it did just now! Good. I am proud of myself!
Anyway… before I forget the entire idea, I will go and get working ☺
So I will see all you folks later and just to tell all you people, if any of you is remotely interested in writing and appreciate good advertising, check out this website: www.neilfrench.com
This is guy is SIMPLY BRILLIANT. Haven’t seen any of that caliber so far. No wonder then, he is the world wide creative of O&M!
With that, I will leave you thinking…
Adios.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Topsy Turvy
In the world we live,
Everything and everyone is in the right place,
Hence we care a little less,
About a topsy turvy world,
Where people and professions we switched!
What would happen if,
Instead of tragedy and comedy,
Shakespeare took a dig at the theory of relativity,
And Einstein devoted himself,
To penning odes and ballads.
With lyrically written books on physics,
Formulae and theorems on love and romance,
Life would have been,
Pretty fascinating or,
Probably – confusing!
If Edison wrote the Paradise Lost,
And Milton invented the bulb,
Would the outcome of it,
Not be far,
From predicable??
If Hitler bagged the Nobel Peace Prize,
And the Pope,
Commanded the Axis powers,
Then concentration camps would have dissipated,
And Allies, religiously conquered!
If Russel Crowe was into politics,
And George Bush sizzled the screen,
I sometimes wonder,
How would the Academy Awards,
Have been????
Since such a world,
Is going to toss things into insanity,
That is why I think,
It’s been the way it’s been,
Ever since pre history!
Hey.... I know that it's just an ordinary poem but guess the people who read it have liked it. Even if you haven't...you are allowed to say that you have!! :)
Adios.
Everything and everyone is in the right place,
Hence we care a little less,
About a topsy turvy world,
Where people and professions we switched!
What would happen if,
Instead of tragedy and comedy,
Shakespeare took a dig at the theory of relativity,
And Einstein devoted himself,
To penning odes and ballads.
With lyrically written books on physics,
Formulae and theorems on love and romance,
Life would have been,
Pretty fascinating or,
Probably – confusing!
If Edison wrote the Paradise Lost,
And Milton invented the bulb,
Would the outcome of it,
Not be far,
From predicable??
If Hitler bagged the Nobel Peace Prize,
And the Pope,
Commanded the Axis powers,
Then concentration camps would have dissipated,
And Allies, religiously conquered!
If Russel Crowe was into politics,
And George Bush sizzled the screen,
I sometimes wonder,
How would the Academy Awards,
Have been????
Since such a world,
Is going to toss things into insanity,
That is why I think,
It’s been the way it’s been,
Ever since pre history!
Hey.... I know that it's just an ordinary poem but guess the people who read it have liked it. Even if you haven't...you are allowed to say that you have!! :)
Adios.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Slam Bam... :)
The Sun is rising from behind the trees and I have been up like an owl the whole night. Why? I have NO CLUE. Though, it was SUPPOSED to be for work. I am one weirdo am I not?? Ok…I forgot to say hi to all you readers who take the excruciating pain to read that the royal nonsense that I write.
Don’t you dare laugh at this but there has been a time difference of 7 hours between the previous paragraph and this one. Reason? I had fallen ASLEEP. You know, that thing that you do when you lie on the bed (you may choose any other surface as well), with the eyes closed and count sheep?? Yeah, the same time when you dream that your sweetheart is holding your hand and you are wiping the tears and behaving like Scooby Doo does? And then… bang bang bang… something in the head wakes you up and see reality clearly. The sweetheart has gone with someone cuter and sweeter (not to mention BESTEST) and you are all alone! That is a little scary. Yikes. Anyway, before I get into the SHE – SMASHED – MY – HEART mode and ruin this piece, I will take this blog in a different direction because getting into that will screw up my head!
Talking of Scooby Doo, dogs have a real easy life. They have people who want to cuddle them, pet them, feed them, love them and expect zilch because dogs do zilch anyway! Now, look at our Director’s dog Roxy for example. If I haven’t mentioned already then he is this huge, brown and black German Shepherd who eats a kilo and a half of mutton every day, sleeps in the Director’s office (and in our comp lab because both of them have A.C.s), humps any bitch (no I am not swearing, I am talking about biological, female dogs) he feels like and runs around the entire campus at his free will! Whoa, that’s LIFE people. Who says it’s a DOG’S life?? More like… it’s a HUMAN’S life!
Am I going a little insane?? No, I just asked because for no reason, I am talking of lost love (yet again) and the luxury of a dog’s life!! Hmm… this is what too much creative work does to a person’s head. Insanity grows like a fungus until it covers the entire head and then it grows God alone knows where! Thinking and ideating for fun and to kill time is good but when taken up professionally, it’s tough. Very tough. Not to mention frustrating at times. But yes, the joy of cracking an idea gives a different high altogether!
Alright now, have you been able to figure out the second line of “ All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”? No? Then here it goes: “ All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy”. Now, that wasn’t all that tough, was it? And what about the nursery rhyme Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars? Find out the rest of the poem. I have plenty of such trivia popping up all the time. Did you know that this is a marketing strategy because such trivia keeps readers reading. And if the writer happens to be as sans hope as me then it’s really advisable that the tricks of the trade should be learnt more than the trade itself ☺
See? Good advice isn’t it?
Now, last night, when I was walking around, I was a little pissed because I was fed up of the pretentious concern that people claim to have. People who claim to be very close, very special and say that they will stand by and then the moment they find someone else who is better, they scamper away towards them and suddenly… you are the best and they are the BESTEST (I know that it’s grammatically incorrect but that’s what the person in question claims)!! So, a friend of mine, who had just come around to ask me what to do because she had a little tiff with her loved one and she wanted suggestions (apparently, HE happens to be very similar to ME!) and I ended up screaming at her saying that girls are absolutely insensitive and take pleasure in hurting people watching them suffer and one should never get seriously involved with a girl and lay them and leave them because otherwise they leave anyway. All my pent up ire was being hurled at her (poor girl) and in that huff I kicked the lamp post next to me in full force and the lizard perched atop it (probably waiting for some prey) lost balance and fell on her head, bounced off it, fell on the ground and scurried away to safety! The unreasonable anger just disappeared like a whiff of smoke and I burst out laughing. I then said sorry and told her that she had just caught me on the wrong day. Then it seemed weird that someone who doesn’t even care, actually, affected me, for a second!
Oh! Talking of lizards reminds me that we have a few of these one-foot long garden lizards and also a few families of cobras inhabiting the campus. No, it’s not a jungle that I live in and I am no caveman. This is a pretty state of the art campus. Just that we live in harmony with nature and touch wood (TOUCH THE NEAREST PIECE OF WOOD BEFORE READING FURTHER) it hasn’t affected anyone adversely yet. We have cute and furry squirrels too! And one hedgehog! This hedgehog rolls up into a ball when scared. Then runs to the nearest place of safety. There are brilliant things of human interest here.
I just observed that once I start writing, it’s really difficult to get me to stop! So I shall pull my hands off the keyboard with just one line of advice: when someone writes a testimonial for someone, grammar should be taken care of! After, the language deserves it’s respect shouldn’t it??
I shall now head off to TRY and work. So, when you have more time to kill and look for some entertainment, do drop in! Till then, take good care.
Adios.
Don’t you dare laugh at this but there has been a time difference of 7 hours between the previous paragraph and this one. Reason? I had fallen ASLEEP. You know, that thing that you do when you lie on the bed (you may choose any other surface as well), with the eyes closed and count sheep?? Yeah, the same time when you dream that your sweetheart is holding your hand and you are wiping the tears and behaving like Scooby Doo does? And then… bang bang bang… something in the head wakes you up and see reality clearly. The sweetheart has gone with someone cuter and sweeter (not to mention BESTEST) and you are all alone! That is a little scary. Yikes. Anyway, before I get into the SHE – SMASHED – MY – HEART mode and ruin this piece, I will take this blog in a different direction because getting into that will screw up my head!
Talking of Scooby Doo, dogs have a real easy life. They have people who want to cuddle them, pet them, feed them, love them and expect zilch because dogs do zilch anyway! Now, look at our Director’s dog Roxy for example. If I haven’t mentioned already then he is this huge, brown and black German Shepherd who eats a kilo and a half of mutton every day, sleeps in the Director’s office (and in our comp lab because both of them have A.C.s), humps any bitch (no I am not swearing, I am talking about biological, female dogs) he feels like and runs around the entire campus at his free will! Whoa, that’s LIFE people. Who says it’s a DOG’S life?? More like… it’s a HUMAN’S life!
Am I going a little insane?? No, I just asked because for no reason, I am talking of lost love (yet again) and the luxury of a dog’s life!! Hmm… this is what too much creative work does to a person’s head. Insanity grows like a fungus until it covers the entire head and then it grows God alone knows where! Thinking and ideating for fun and to kill time is good but when taken up professionally, it’s tough. Very tough. Not to mention frustrating at times. But yes, the joy of cracking an idea gives a different high altogether!
Alright now, have you been able to figure out the second line of “ All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”? No? Then here it goes: “ All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy”. Now, that wasn’t all that tough, was it? And what about the nursery rhyme Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars? Find out the rest of the poem. I have plenty of such trivia popping up all the time. Did you know that this is a marketing strategy because such trivia keeps readers reading. And if the writer happens to be as sans hope as me then it’s really advisable that the tricks of the trade should be learnt more than the trade itself ☺
See? Good advice isn’t it?
Now, last night, when I was walking around, I was a little pissed because I was fed up of the pretentious concern that people claim to have. People who claim to be very close, very special and say that they will stand by and then the moment they find someone else who is better, they scamper away towards them and suddenly… you are the best and they are the BESTEST (I know that it’s grammatically incorrect but that’s what the person in question claims)!! So, a friend of mine, who had just come around to ask me what to do because she had a little tiff with her loved one and she wanted suggestions (apparently, HE happens to be very similar to ME!) and I ended up screaming at her saying that girls are absolutely insensitive and take pleasure in hurting people watching them suffer and one should never get seriously involved with a girl and lay them and leave them because otherwise they leave anyway. All my pent up ire was being hurled at her (poor girl) and in that huff I kicked the lamp post next to me in full force and the lizard perched atop it (probably waiting for some prey) lost balance and fell on her head, bounced off it, fell on the ground and scurried away to safety! The unreasonable anger just disappeared like a whiff of smoke and I burst out laughing. I then said sorry and told her that she had just caught me on the wrong day. Then it seemed weird that someone who doesn’t even care, actually, affected me, for a second!
Oh! Talking of lizards reminds me that we have a few of these one-foot long garden lizards and also a few families of cobras inhabiting the campus. No, it’s not a jungle that I live in and I am no caveman. This is a pretty state of the art campus. Just that we live in harmony with nature and touch wood (TOUCH THE NEAREST PIECE OF WOOD BEFORE READING FURTHER) it hasn’t affected anyone adversely yet. We have cute and furry squirrels too! And one hedgehog! This hedgehog rolls up into a ball when scared. Then runs to the nearest place of safety. There are brilliant things of human interest here.
I just observed that once I start writing, it’s really difficult to get me to stop! So I shall pull my hands off the keyboard with just one line of advice: when someone writes a testimonial for someone, grammar should be taken care of! After, the language deserves it’s respect shouldn’t it??
I shall now head off to TRY and work. So, when you have more time to kill and look for some entertainment, do drop in! Till then, take good care.
Adios.
i am a hog!!
hello.
reporting live from location.
we had pani-puris for dinner tonight. now, for people who dont know, pani-puri is also called golgappas and phuchkaas. its this snack kind of a thing made from wheat flour. i wasnt really hungry so ate just 120. no, this is not an error in typing...its true. now..if i were hungry, things would have been much different. infact, i am planning to have this competition of eating pani-puris next time. i hog as much as anyone else with an advantage that it doesnt show!! planning to cross 200 next time. umm...yeah..the target is tough to attain so needs a little practice!! will happen..will happen. optimism pays :)
ok..now...i am fine again. hey..writing is actually a good way to let off steam and anger!! specially when its about people whom someone loves very dearly and can't really hurt. ok...i got to go for SOCIAL INTERACTION with the juniors now. hence, till next time...
Adios.
reporting live from location.
we had pani-puris for dinner tonight. now, for people who dont know, pani-puri is also called golgappas and phuchkaas. its this snack kind of a thing made from wheat flour. i wasnt really hungry so ate just 120. no, this is not an error in typing...its true. now..if i were hungry, things would have been much different. infact, i am planning to have this competition of eating pani-puris next time. i hog as much as anyone else with an advantage that it doesnt show!! planning to cross 200 next time. umm...yeah..the target is tough to attain so needs a little practice!! will happen..will happen. optimism pays :)
ok..now...i am fine again. hey..writing is actually a good way to let off steam and anger!! specially when its about people whom someone loves very dearly and can't really hurt. ok...i got to go for SOCIAL INTERACTION with the juniors now. hence, till next time...
Adios.
Monday, September 18, 2006
a small verse
Alright. DO NOT GET FREAKED OUT. I am NOT blogging twice a day. Right now, it’s a different day here. And I am back to writing. Bad news for you folks… I am in this weirdly poetic mood tonight so I shall write a poem. A little sentimental though ☺
So, if you are the kind who will keep your patience, then do read on or else…it was nice of you to have visited my blog!!
Here go my poetic strings:
Knight, Princess, Soldier
Not so long go there was,
A common foot soldier.
Alas what a fate he had,
In love with the princess he fell!
Within his modest capacity,
All he could, he did,
To show his love to the princess…
Just to get one fleeting glance.
Verses he penned,
In honor of the princess,
And lay his heart,
Open before her.
First the princess blushed,
Like a red rose in full bloom.
Then she chuckled at the thought,
An ode to her from a mere soldier.
She pretended to have read it,
And said it was warm and moving…
But the moment the soldier went out of sight,
She tossed the paper into a dark corner!
There it lay and gathered dust,
While the foolish soldier,
Thought in his foolishness,
That he had won the princess’ heart.
Attention, the princess liked,
And hence she liked the soldier.
But when she had to choose someone for herself,
The knight was the chosen one.
Shy felt the princess,
To accept the mere soldier’s love,
But with the knight,
Everything she could have.
The love for the knight,
Was true, maybe.
But the soldier’s love,
Never was a thing to notice!
To write a verse for her,
The princess told the knight.
And the knight penned a small ode,
To princess’ beauty and charm.
Then one day….
The poem was read by the soldier.
Little tears rolled down when reality hit him,
And he wowed never to write for a princess again.
Liked it? Yeah yeah I know it wasn’t all that great but then I have written it and considering the fact that it’s late in the night, you better say it was good! And people reading this, please give me relevant comments about the piece.
I really have no clue as to why am I writing something sad and so upsetting again. Maybe the work and the pressure are getting on to me.
Another sessions of ragging took place earlier tonight. It was real fun to see the juniors dressed in the prescribed dress code ☺
More later.
Adios.
So, if you are the kind who will keep your patience, then do read on or else…it was nice of you to have visited my blog!!
Here go my poetic strings:
Knight, Princess, Soldier
Not so long go there was,
A common foot soldier.
Alas what a fate he had,
In love with the princess he fell!
Within his modest capacity,
All he could, he did,
To show his love to the princess…
Just to get one fleeting glance.
Verses he penned,
In honor of the princess,
And lay his heart,
Open before her.
First the princess blushed,
Like a red rose in full bloom.
Then she chuckled at the thought,
An ode to her from a mere soldier.
She pretended to have read it,
And said it was warm and moving…
But the moment the soldier went out of sight,
She tossed the paper into a dark corner!
There it lay and gathered dust,
While the foolish soldier,
Thought in his foolishness,
That he had won the princess’ heart.
Attention, the princess liked,
And hence she liked the soldier.
But when she had to choose someone for herself,
The knight was the chosen one.
Shy felt the princess,
To accept the mere soldier’s love,
But with the knight,
Everything she could have.
The love for the knight,
Was true, maybe.
But the soldier’s love,
Never was a thing to notice!
To write a verse for her,
The princess told the knight.
And the knight penned a small ode,
To princess’ beauty and charm.
Then one day….
The poem was read by the soldier.
Little tears rolled down when reality hit him,
And he wowed never to write for a princess again.
Liked it? Yeah yeah I know it wasn’t all that great but then I have written it and considering the fact that it’s late in the night, you better say it was good! And people reading this, please give me relevant comments about the piece.
I really have no clue as to why am I writing something sad and so upsetting again. Maybe the work and the pressure are getting on to me.
Another sessions of ragging took place earlier tonight. It was real fun to see the juniors dressed in the prescribed dress code ☺
More later.
Adios.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
About my fairy..et al.
Hello and welcome again to my blog. Maybe this one will be a little long. So before you start reading, STATUTORY WARNING: READING CAN BE HAZARDOUS TO MENTAL HEALTH ☺
Now, last night we were ragging the juniors form VMCC (Visual Merchandising and Creative Communication). It was good. A good thing that came out of it was that I realized that I could actually be pretty stern and mean when required!! As it is, the juniors were scared for some bizarre and unknown reason! There was one guy Jaipur, Rajasthan, who had been a mountaineering instructor earlier. In his written introduction, he tried showing off his writing talent a little when he wrote that his city had many forts but sadly, he didn’t OWN any of them. So that was it. I walked up to him and asked him what would he have done with the fort if he owned it. He apparently wanted to make a museum out of the fort. Christ!!! Is that the best use one can put a fort to?!?!?!?!?!
And what’s more….they are museums already! So then…the evil me took over and the creatively devilish me handed him an assignment of drawing a map of the fort that he wanted to own with each and every artifact placed the way he wanted it to be placed. Boy, that is tough! And he has to hand it over to me by tonight. I know…. I know I can be mean at times. Then again, there was this other girl who happened to be a Bengali and I asked to translate an age-old cryptic Bengali sentence to English, which. She obviously COULDN’T do! Hence…. an added assignment. She was ordered to find the translation and write it down. And she was also asked to give ONE sentence with “because” coming in three times continuously. She couldn’t. God…that was bad. I mean I was ashamed myself because being from the same native origin, she couldn’t say a word!!! Alas. Alas.
There was one guy who was being confused deliberately. One of us told him not to budge from the spot he was standing on. And I was telling him to come over to the side so that I could talk to him. Poor guy. He was very confused. After all….who wants to choose between the Devil and the deep sea anyway??? I actually felt bad about all these people but then again….. I will go back to the mean and stern self tonight during the session again. Staying good, nice, sweet and warm is somehow not my cup of tea…or coffee (whichever you prefer)!
We have the jury starting from the 12th next month and I go jittery when I think of it because my work is simply incomparable. Incomparable because there is NO WORK at all! So what will someone compare it with?! Ok…it sounds funny to you does it?? No, it’s NOT. And look at me now! I am sitting here typing a blog. I am a freaking hedgehog! Ok, the second sentence was just to add a rhyming effect. I happen to belong to the species of Homo Erectus, Kingdom- Animalia (I have forgotten the rest of my biology lessons).
And you know what?? I know a fairy. A little, sweet, hopelessly cute and nice fairy. Though she is a little weird at times but then…who isn’t? I have known her for a long time but the fact that she is a fairy was a recent discovery when SLEEP O WEE WILLIE WINKIE told me. I swear she told me. I don’t know anything. The little fairy had gone out for dinner and she didn’t tell me how it was. She should have but then, who says fairies can’t be mean??
Ok, tell me this. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy is a saying. Do you know the other half of it?? If you don’t, then you are dumb and if ou do then don’t show off. Just tell me. I ALREADY know it. Ok… I will give you an easier one. Give me the second and the third stanzas of the nursery rhyme Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars.
Actually I have been sitting with my nose and eyes buried in this book that has a lot of trivia and origin of phrases mentioned. I know I know I am not a white ant to be sitting like this buried in a book but then again, I am a COPYwriter! So I am preparing to copy from here ☺
I am BORED. Really bored. And that’s why I am yapping away to glory. And to add to that, I have this real intense poem boiling inside me about the fairy that I spoke about but since you have already been patient enough to actually read this ENTIRE post (that is, if you are reading this line) and hence, I shall spare you the ordeal! See? I am not ALL THAT MEAN. Hahahahaha…
Anyway, that’s besides the point. The main point here is that I am bored. The reason for that is unknown to my humble mortal self. Maybe the One up There knows it. But He/ She isn’t telling me!! I deliberately mentioned both the genders because I really don’t know which one He / She belongs to and I didn’t want to be gender biased!
I know the last few lines I have written are absolutely insane and senseless. And I also know that I don’t know why I am writing this. Oh! This reminds me of my fairy who keeps saying “I don’t know” for every second thing! She will accuse, swear, scream and then when I ask for a logical reason for her screaming, all he can manage to say it that SHE DOESN’T KNOW!! Weird….very weird!
Anyway…before you start pelting stones at the monitor because of the sheer contagious boredom arising from having read this piece of writing, I will sign off.
Stay happy and keep reading this blog. I am sure I will come up with better stuff SOMEDAY!!! ☺
Adios.
Now, last night we were ragging the juniors form VMCC (Visual Merchandising and Creative Communication). It was good. A good thing that came out of it was that I realized that I could actually be pretty stern and mean when required!! As it is, the juniors were scared for some bizarre and unknown reason! There was one guy Jaipur, Rajasthan, who had been a mountaineering instructor earlier. In his written introduction, he tried showing off his writing talent a little when he wrote that his city had many forts but sadly, he didn’t OWN any of them. So that was it. I walked up to him and asked him what would he have done with the fort if he owned it. He apparently wanted to make a museum out of the fort. Christ!!! Is that the best use one can put a fort to?!?!?!?!?!
And what’s more….they are museums already! So then…the evil me took over and the creatively devilish me handed him an assignment of drawing a map of the fort that he wanted to own with each and every artifact placed the way he wanted it to be placed. Boy, that is tough! And he has to hand it over to me by tonight. I know…. I know I can be mean at times. Then again, there was this other girl who happened to be a Bengali and I asked to translate an age-old cryptic Bengali sentence to English, which. She obviously COULDN’T do! Hence…. an added assignment. She was ordered to find the translation and write it down. And she was also asked to give ONE sentence with “because” coming in three times continuously. She couldn’t. God…that was bad. I mean I was ashamed myself because being from the same native origin, she couldn’t say a word!!! Alas. Alas.
There was one guy who was being confused deliberately. One of us told him not to budge from the spot he was standing on. And I was telling him to come over to the side so that I could talk to him. Poor guy. He was very confused. After all….who wants to choose between the Devil and the deep sea anyway??? I actually felt bad about all these people but then again….. I will go back to the mean and stern self tonight during the session again. Staying good, nice, sweet and warm is somehow not my cup of tea…or coffee (whichever you prefer)!
We have the jury starting from the 12th next month and I go jittery when I think of it because my work is simply incomparable. Incomparable because there is NO WORK at all! So what will someone compare it with?! Ok…it sounds funny to you does it?? No, it’s NOT. And look at me now! I am sitting here typing a blog. I am a freaking hedgehog! Ok, the second sentence was just to add a rhyming effect. I happen to belong to the species of Homo Erectus, Kingdom- Animalia (I have forgotten the rest of my biology lessons).
And you know what?? I know a fairy. A little, sweet, hopelessly cute and nice fairy. Though she is a little weird at times but then…who isn’t? I have known her for a long time but the fact that she is a fairy was a recent discovery when SLEEP O WEE WILLIE WINKIE told me. I swear she told me. I don’t know anything. The little fairy had gone out for dinner and she didn’t tell me how it was. She should have but then, who says fairies can’t be mean??
Ok, tell me this. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy is a saying. Do you know the other half of it?? If you don’t, then you are dumb and if ou do then don’t show off. Just tell me. I ALREADY know it. Ok… I will give you an easier one. Give me the second and the third stanzas of the nursery rhyme Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars.
Actually I have been sitting with my nose and eyes buried in this book that has a lot of trivia and origin of phrases mentioned. I know I know I am not a white ant to be sitting like this buried in a book but then again, I am a COPYwriter! So I am preparing to copy from here ☺
I am BORED. Really bored. And that’s why I am yapping away to glory. And to add to that, I have this real intense poem boiling inside me about the fairy that I spoke about but since you have already been patient enough to actually read this ENTIRE post (that is, if you are reading this line) and hence, I shall spare you the ordeal! See? I am not ALL THAT MEAN. Hahahahaha…
Anyway, that’s besides the point. The main point here is that I am bored. The reason for that is unknown to my humble mortal self. Maybe the One up There knows it. But He/ She isn’t telling me!! I deliberately mentioned both the genders because I really don’t know which one He / She belongs to and I didn’t want to be gender biased!
I know the last few lines I have written are absolutely insane and senseless. And I also know that I don’t know why I am writing this. Oh! This reminds me of my fairy who keeps saying “I don’t know” for every second thing! She will accuse, swear, scream and then when I ask for a logical reason for her screaming, all he can manage to say it that SHE DOESN’T KNOW!! Weird….very weird!
Anyway…before you start pelting stones at the monitor because of the sheer contagious boredom arising from having read this piece of writing, I will sign off.
Stay happy and keep reading this blog. I am sure I will come up with better stuff SOMEDAY!!! ☺
Adios.
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