(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.
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