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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

funny funny very funny

Ok people…this is a little weird.

I was about to post an entry last night but dozed off on my keyboard because I was dead tired and had a headache that split my head like an earthquake. The reason is better not stated!

Now, we had the interviews for the prospective juniors. One guy came in a little early. A guy with too much of an attitude and a sharp tongue. Poor guy. Had the most irritating time. And that too, when he didn’t even know if he would be selected or not! One of my friends, Vidit posed as a junior and boy….was it fun or what. I am laughing even as I am writing this. Just doesn’t stop….it was hilarious!! And we were dying to control our laughter. He was made to write his intro and stuff and then he was made to do all weird things. The best part was the Vidit was posing as this prospective junior who knew zilch English and could converse ONLY in Hindi. I brushed up on long lost Hindi vocabulary of mine and was surprised to find that I am still pretty good!
And today, when he discovered the truth, his expressions were worth a look. We just couldn’t stop laughing!

The girls from our batch were playing this game of throw ball, which they lost. And honestly, I haven’t seen a more boring game in my entire life! I wonder who invented THAT game…and even worse…people are interested in playing it!!! AND people cheering. It was insanity. I stayed on for sometime wondering if the Joan of Arcs from our class would win…but they didn’t. Or so I was told ☺
Because I was so bored that I didn’t have the patience to stay back and watch. I was sleepy...so worked a little and while typing the blog I dozed off. Then I dragged my sleepy frame to the room at around 4 in the morning and dropped dead on the bed. At
9 a.m. someone woke me up….
After that, sleep was a distant dream. So I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Then got bored so went and took a shower.

The fresh crop for the interview had arrived. There was one girl who looked reasonably good but had a wind tunnel in the head. Really…she had a wind tunnel. ABSOLUT EMPTINESS. No, this is not an ad for absolut that I am thinking of…it’s what she had in her head!!!
The day wore on and more ragging and introductory sessions happened. After a point even that got monotonous. So I went back to work. Then it happened.
The girl who is SO special to me, called me and asked me if I could come online. And since I wasn’t busy, for a change, I said fine. And then we got talking. I was talking to her after a while and was glad to know that she missed me. The talk was good. Then she went offline to watch a movie on her laptop. She is a very good and close friend (I wish it was MUCH MORE) and means a lot to me. I would like to think that I mean a lot to her as well.

Sheesh…I am getting emotional. One sec, let me grab my thoughts and get them back on track….one, two, three….
Yeah. Now they are back on track. So, what was I saying? Oh yes, our lecturer had told me go and talk o him about my portfolio (to find out what a portfolio means, refer to the previous posts) and when I did go to him, he said he was busy and told me to come back on Monday. I felt like jumping at his throat and shoving the ideas down his….(oh I have to control the use of abuses)
Actually I don’t really blame him because Miss Emptiness was between her interview and obviously, nobody wants disturbance during interviews! So that was that. Now I am stuck till Monday. Still, thinking of making my grey cells work a little overtime and get a few things through.

Oh…did I mention that people were scared of our Director’s huge, sweet, harmless, menacing looking German Shepherd?? I didn’t? Well, now I am telling you so don’t you whine and ask me why I hadn’t mentioned this before. Now I did, right? So shut the trap up. Yeah boy…I can swear!!! I am impressed. Wait and let me pat my back. Tap, tap, tap. Done.

Ok, before the dinner time runs out and I have to go hungry since I am broke and before I doze off on the keyboard again, and also before this entire piece (which is so far pretty decently written) gets on your nerves and gets boring, I shall stop writing. Time out. Stop. Oh…the spirit of the copywriter that encompasses my existence is just not ready to let go!!!

But finally, I managed to conquer him. So now I shall stop. And I will be a little more regular at posting my entries and I know dozing off on the keyboard sounds funny but don’t you dare LAUGH AT IT. It was sheer hard work that made me so sleepy.

Now. I am going. I am off…before I finish the second page of the word document that I am working on. Comments?? (make sure they are nice) ☺

Adios.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

a little joblessness

Today, there was actually no class. We were supposed to just go and discuss our IDEAS!! Anyway, as the day went on, things didn’t really improve and it was one hell of a lazy and boring day because nothing constructive was coming out of it!

More coffin research followed and I was sitting and thinking of lines! In fact, coffins can be quite an interesting object if seen with adequate interest. But then, how does it matter to the damn corpse???

Ooof! Ok…this is enough proof to how jobless I have become. I am writing about the same thing yesterday. And yes, I had temporarily forgotten what the symbol for “and” was called and asked a couple of people with alas…no result. Then it suddenly hit me and just like Archimedes had screamed out eureka, I screamed out…. AMPERSAND!!!
People actually turned around and gave me a weird stare! Not my fault… I was just trying to remember something! Atleast, I didn’t run out naked screaming ampersand!

And the lunch today was good. So was the dinner but then, I had drifted off to sleep hence arrived late. There was very little left. But there WAS a little and I wasn’t too hungry. Hence, it was fine. And the strangest part is that I started writing this blog at
2 a.m. and now it’s 7.30. No, I haven’t been writing for all this while, its just that I was a little too lazy and so thought that I will write in sometime in the afternoon or late morning so tried to go to sleep. But has one ever heard of nocturnal beings sleeping at night?? As expected it was a case of DISTURBED SLEEP! I mean, one second I was sleeping, the next moment I was wide-awake staring at the ceiling, wondering why the fan was moving in circles! Then, for some reason, the curtain snapped and I had to put it back in place. It was bugging. Very bugging.

Oh…there was a little disturbance and I lost track of what I was writing. Let me read it again…

Yes, so I was saying….. I put the curtain into place and tried sleeping again. Couldn’t because the sweeper knocked asking if I wanted to get my room done. Felt like snubbing him in the nose but just told him NO. then I realized that it was no point TRYING TO SLEEP. So got up and came here to type this. Was actually missing someone but then, I just don’t have the time to get nostalgic because the jury, where they evaluate the portfolio work is starting form the 12th of October and work is tremendous. I hope it gets postponed though but…lady luck isn’t always on my side, is she??

Anyway, I am hungry suddenly and hence shall go and grab a few morsels to eat. If you have read this entire piece then I suggest you get back to work too.

So, till the writing bug, the insomnia and the sheer joblessness strike me again….

Adios.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

yet another day in my life :)

Today was one of those days when one wonders where life is taking him. Woke up late and missed the first session of an extremely interesting class. And the day wore on…
Due to the extreme deprivation of sleep, I was drowsy.

Lunch…well, it was good. Though the dinner sucked. As the wise ones have said: do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you. And I didn’t. well, let me think…what else did I do? No…it’s not the lack of work…more like the excess of it. Yeah, I remembered. I wrote down a few concepts for the print advertisements that I have to make for my portfolio. Have I mentioned what the portfolio is? No? ok, here it goes:

It’s not a book filled with ones pictures as in case of models. It’s this collection that showcases the talent and work of the person to whom it belongs. My bread and butter…and definitely the jam…..and boiled eggs…and corn flakes…and coffee….and whole lot of other things depend on it because this is the collection of documents that will get me a job! So for that, my friend, I have to CREATE concepts and ideas and even before I do all THAT, I have to think of the brands that I want to work on ☺

Presently I am thinking of working on a coffin maker. Naah, I am not an undertaker or anything…just that it’s something that one wouldn’t think of, off hand. But yes, the idea of SELLING death can be quite scary…then again…it will give me a chance to WRITE.
Looking up for coffin manufacturers is quite and arduous task. Though the facts I found were interesting! For now, I will just call it a DEATH WISH type of coffins. I mean, coffins are sometimes SO expensive!! What’s the point? I person sleeping in it is dead and gone anyway. The corpse doesn’t feel a thing! Instead the money could be used elsewhere! Ok, now I am getting there and getting all preachy! Hence, I shall let this topic rest for now.

Oh, yes, something else also happened. Someone very special called. I had sent a little gift and it reached today. And I got a message, which suddenly acted like that grey silver border that a cloud has when the Sun goes behind it. Understand? Good. Then that person called and I, being me and busy in work, missed it. Thus, I called back. And it was very very nice to speak to that person. For all those in doubt, yes it was a girl, a female human being because I am heterosexual. But now then, the term special here has a different connotation. A very dear friend (though I wish it was much more) and someone who knows me very well.

Rest of the day went by normally, burdened with an overdose of work. And I am pissed with this clock that these people on blogspot have. Hello?? Hey there, Mr. Administrator,
can you hear me?? Knock knock…. Change the setting of this freaky, insane, misguiding clock!! I post an entry on Monday and it shows Sunday! Even the time is weird….
Do something will you now??

See, this is the problem. I thought I will keep this post real short and sweet but once I started writing, I didn’t even realize how much I typed! I am typing this on a MS Word document and when I scroll up now, Holy Christ, it’s one full page!! Sweet, it is even now, but the length has gone up!! Hope you had the patience to stand the ordeal! Ok…now I am sure I am going whacko in the head because if you are reading this line then you definitely have withstood the rest of it before this line!!!

Anyway…now I am off…FOR NOW! Hoping for a better day tomorrow.

adios.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A little nostalgia

Walking on a deserted road,
With you holding my arm,
Life was nothing less,
Than perfect.

The smile on your face,
With those eyes twinkling with mischief,
And your hair being upset by the wind,
It looked like an angel had just descended.

Remember when I said,
You fit my arms perfectly??
I wasn't lying.... because
With you in my arms, I felt my world shrink.

A little sneeze from you,
And my heart took a leap.
You were my little baby...
A princess, oblivious of the world.

When I had seen you first,
I never knew I would fall...
Or I would have held on,
To my heart a little tighter.

Everything that you did I loved,
Nothing could I hate,
From the stupidest prank,
To the biggest mistake!

I love you, I had said,
So many a times,
But you never took cognisance of it,
Never did you pay a heed.

You knew very well,
What I felt for you,
And within somewhere,
maybe you felt that too.

Unknowingly though, I did hurt you,
But in times that were tough,
I tried standing through,
With you by my side.

Every kiss I remember,
Every hug i cherish....
Every memory of yours,
Has been preserved like a treasure.

Then came a day....when..
You found someone and walked away,
While I stood there...
A mere silent observer.

You would be happy you told me,
While you never realised I was sad.
And the heart to stop you from going,
I really did not have.

Now that you are gone and,
With him you are happy,
I smile for you and sometimes,
Cry a little for myself.

It used to hurt to know,
In someone else's arms you now belong,
The only solace being,
He gave you what I probably couldn't.

Though now the things are different,
And the harsh realities have sunk in,
Deep within me....without a noise,
They lie silent in my heart.

I love to see you smile and,
Try to tame my heart....
I attempt to drive you out,
Of the mindspace that you have.

Never do i wish to see you cry,
Whatever be the reason....
I hope the one you have chosen,
Is with you every season.

I wanted to walk a mile with u...
But journey lasted just a few steps,
Just a little hitch there is....
That whenever I walk on a deserted road,
I can't help but think of you...miss you my love.

Hey people...this is an absolutely original piece, ok?? I am not used to borrowing others' writings :)
but yes...this one was slightly off the cuff. so if u think this one is good, then i damn well can write better!! what say? but why on earth am i writing something poetic about LOST LOVE???!!! holy christ..what on this freaking planet is wrong with me??! well..frankly, i really have no clue. looks like its time i went and met a psycho...i mean those guys who figure out whats wrong on the top floor of one's body and charge the world fo rthat. i say...THOSE are the ones who are crazier than me....cos they spend MUCH MORE time with crazy people!!!!! hehehehe..

and oh...any ladies reading this and probably this thinking..."this guy is more whacko than i thought"..please clear your doubts. i am absolutely fine...just a little worked up and tired. oh..by the way..my freaky in-the-middle-of-the-night class has ended....thankfully. but then again, it was every bit worth it. next is at 10 in the morning. and i am actually penning down poetry??!! nwo i guess i know why creative people are insane:)

anyway...enough for one sitting. i am pushing my behind to my bed in the hope of catching a little NAP cos sleep in four hours is impossible!!

so...goodnight...
kill the bed bugs if they bite,

adios.

insanity reinstated

hello. Our director's dog has suddenly become ticklish...that is, for the people who haven't understood, he has got ticks on him...yikeeessss...
poor guy has nobody to bathe him!!
now...I am sitting here in this class for the past one hour. I have been told this class will last till 2a.m. and the wise ones said that early to bed and early rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise (I never understood the wealthy bit, anyway) and that keeping up till late at night ruins one's health!!! Well I have been awake at nights and drowsy during the day ever since I can remember. Sometimes feel like a freaking wolf (dog's too derogatory) born in the human form!

coming to the point...in my previous post I said I was zonked and I meant every bit of it. So went to catch some sleep. But as life would have it....i tiny, wall scaling, insect hogging, ugly looking mini dinosaur entered my room like a lost pedestrian on an evening stroll. But then again, trespassing of private property isn't such a good idea and specially so if the property belongs to a sleepy, insane and finicky member of the human species like me. I guess I just wrote above that I have this class going on till 2 in the freaking morning...and I am not lying! Then again, the question is...how on earth am I blogging, then?? Good question.
I am SNEAKING it. Ok look...it's like this:
we have this lab with apple G5 systems (15 0f them...one for each of us) and all our classes are held right here. It's like second home...sweet second home! Now, most of our work is online like getting the right images for our ads and stuff. So occasional misuse of THIS kind are just a byproduct :)
So I am online ALL THE FREAKING TIME!! Though hardly available. I am supposed to be thinking of concepts to market rice as an aphrodisiac right now and that's exactly what I am doing!! Just that it helps a little to write while thinking! Hence this.

Being online and not being available is like water water everywhere...not a drop to drink!!! I ain't thirsty anyway! Oh..by the way..have you heard of the website www.orkut.com?? Nice site! Why did i say this? I REALLY HAVE NO CLUE. Did i tell you that Mount Abu has horses, almost all of which are white and brown! Looks more like some horse came along and went on a mating spree, screwing (pardon my language) every mare he saw! The result is, literally, on the road!

Ok..I know I am nocturnal and all that but still, attending a class at 12 in the night is...er...well...ummm...INSANE!!! I am sitting on the precipice of the hill of insanity and before I fall over the edge and all people who are reading this follow suit, I shall stop writing for the night. I know I am on my way to be a pro copywriter...but I too have my limits :)
So, well then, I shall stop my consumption of grey cells from ur brain for the time being.

Till you hear/read more from me...

Adios.

Monday, September 11, 2006

i am weird and so is life!

i am so zonked right now. just posted one message in the morning and have been up the whole day thanks to an interesting lecture!! in the last bit i dozed off in the class itself!! boy i am so zonked and the worst part is that this class will continue again from 10 to 2 in the night. i know i am a night bird but...is it a freaking time for a class?!?!?!?!?!? anyway..
life springs up such weird surprises!!!

anyway...i had a screwed up lunch today and don't know if dinner will be possible or not but then again.... i am going to sleep RIGHT now. if i write anymore i shall make spelling errors. so, will tell u more when i get to know myself!!!

take care till next post!!!
adios!!!!!!!

today

ok...i had a blog earlier. but then i forgot everything about it for a very long time and so, couldn't access it.
hence, this new blog. just for the starters..work here is mounting. so to get a break, had gone to mount abu for a few days. just came back last night. it was a whole lot of fun. had a blast...hectic but fun.

had classes today the whole day inspite of the fact that it was a sunday!! what a life!! but then again, i am a copywriter and guess thats the life for starters!! its 6 in the morning and i am sitting here trying to blog!! boy am i insane or what!! well, on second thoughts..not really. i have been pretty nocturnal most of my life ;-)
now i have a class at 9 tomorrow again and its absolutely essential that i attend that..just like today's!
was working like a madman the whole day cos honestly....a human'a life sucks. dogs are better off cos the diercctor of the institute that i am in (MICA) has this huge german shepherd named Roxy...all that giagantic canine does the whole day is SLEEP...mostly alone and at other times..well...(no comments)

life has been quite a roller coaster for quite sometime. to be a little ore precise...since april 30th this year. most of the things have gone wrong but as wise men have said over centuries..learn from incidents and accidents and move on...just make sure that they are not REPEATED. i have taken my lessons from life...though taking them in class seems to be a tougher challenge!!

at the rate that work is mounting...it will soon beat the height of the everest!!! but here i am typing a blog at 6 in the morning!! now, what was i saying about me being insane?!?!?!?! other than that..things were normal. spoke to mom, dad and all the arbid starngers i came across...rather..who had the fate to come across ME!!! thought of a few ideas for a few print ads but not too sure. people told me its too bold. on the other hand....who said i wrote toned down concepts eh??

our campus happens to be far away from the city so miss out on teh simple pleasures of life like GOOD COFFEE, crazy rides in the middle of the night....

anyway...i am extremely zonked right now and hence not aware of what i am writing. an apology for all spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. keep updating yourself about whats happening in my life if you have enough time to spare....

till then..the next time...adios!!