Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I love to cry

Now this post may sound unusual. But well, I am a little like that :P
Yes, I love to cry. Tears have always been connoted with sorrow and tragedy. And there have been so many poems written and dialogues penned in movies to say how tears emote grief. And I don't really beg to differ. When I say I love to cry, I mean it in the very archetype way it is perceived by people at large. And it is weird I know.

Be it a sappy movie or poignant words in a book, I just love to cry. As a matter of fact, I'd rate my affection for something or someone based on how much I have cried for/on it. Like for example, the recent movie Guzaarish couldn't evoke a single tear off my chest (I KNOW... a very bad example :D). Now that means..somewhere it did not strike a chord with me, and the movie is meh! Like... I did not cry? That's my reaction!

Similarly, if I write something and my mom cries after reading it.. I actually feel very good. And it's not sadism, mind you. It's just me :P

Not only this, I cry even at accomplishments.. Like if I see a really really awesome dance or some one singing superb and know how much hard work has gone into it, I tend to shed tears.. If someone bounces back from failure, I cry.. all this out of happiness of course..

So I am like this tear vending machine.. but I don't cry in public.. and in case that happens, I at least don't howl and cry like I usually would.. (ok that's an exaggeration, people) In public, I cry like a lady ;) .. with warm tears kissing my cheeks.. and a straight sober face..

I would call myself an extremist I think, coz as much I can cry over a fall of a hat, I am a laugh riot all the same. Ok perhaps not laugh. But quite the smiling kinds :) heeheee.. :D (am sure you must have noticed the deluge of smileys in all my posts and comments) :) haaa... there you go again :)

Friday, December 17, 2010

Dil to baccha hai ji !!

I have some awesome blogger friends who write such interesting posts that I get all perked up to write on similar lines. One such interesting post is that by Pepper on childhood misconceptions :) it is a cute innocent post of a kid mind, please go ahead and enjoy it!

Here goes my list :)

1. My father happens to be an M. Pharm person. He used to work in Dabur as a production manager when I was about 6 years old. And the curious person that I was (am!!) I would stick around listening to my father talk to his office colleagues or at times even accompanying him to office during my summer break. For many years, I thought my dad was doing something 'wrong' and 'illegal', and would fear that he'd get caught one day. Reason? He used to deal with DRUGS!!! And the new car and the new house, only reaffirmed my thoughts that my father is doing illegal things :P

2. Being the pampered one in the family, I have always lived a very protected life. As a child, therefore, I was very scared of losing my family. I was scared of deaths and would cry endlessly just thinking about it. I still remember the time when I found out that everybody dies eventually. I was shocked to know that and confirmed it from my mother to finally accept it. Before that, I thought only bad people die. Good and kind people live. Now that equation is so simple!

3. Talking about that, I always thought that doctors or lawyers get their money only if they are able to cure the patient or win the case (respectively)

4. Like all kids know :P I always knew that babies are born from the stomach as doctor operates on it! The stretch marks on the tummy were quite an evidence.

5. My mom would always discard the clothes I would have outgrown saying,''these clothes have become small (for you)" and I would take it too literally assuming that the clothes are getting smaller day by day and hope that they'd fit my doll one day! :)

6. My sister is almost six years elder to me, which is a huge age gap and 'understanding' gap when you are watching television together. We'd be watching some funny act together, and my sister would start laughing 'understanding' the joke, while I'd be sitting dumbfounded looking at her. And I'll ask,"you got the joke?" She would be in a dilemma... coz if she says 'yes' then she'd have to explain the joke to the-six-year-younger-me and if she says 'no' I'd ask WHY she was laughing! I was quite irritating that way :P So my sister never liked watching TV when I was around, which basically meant that I was thrown out of the room :)

7. As a kid I was always confused wondering who was the elder one between my mom and my dad :) Dad looked tall and big, and went out to he must be the elder one..but mom would scold dad and me, and we listened to her all the time..then she must be the elder one...
:P Who's the boss?

These are the few that come to my mind as of now... but the inquisitive kid that I was (yes, I am that kid who asked a lot of questions!! :P) I am sure I had a lot of misconceptions :)

Thanks Pepper..for letting me revisit my childhood :)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Wedding awesomeness

I love weddings. Haven’t been to many; perhaps that is the reason why it stirs so much excitement into me. All the people in my family and clan tied their knots when I was too young to understand matrimony. The only weddings I have enjoyed and ooh-aah ed over are the filmy weddings. How my smile stays stuck when I watch Hum Aapke Hain Kaun! :D And how I go gaga over wedding pictures of all celebrities or people I know. I love going through wedding albums.

And now I have a first hand experience of it all. Not my wedding, duh! My sister’s wedding. I have been super excited about it all along. Also because it was my only chance to enjoy bengali weddings, soaking myself in all the pleasures vicariously.
Although in my heart I was a little sad that I won’t be enjoying any of that in my wedding, I think I made up for it by having whole lot of fun anyways. For the uninitiated, my boyfriend is Christian. And though bengali weddings are extremely pretty to say the least, honestly I don’t think I want one anymore. And well, Christian weddings seem quite splendid anyway (from all the rom-coms I devour :P)

Coming back to my sister’s wedding… I was almost like a guest there since I reached home only 2 days prior to the wedding. But I made up for it by staying back for a few days after the wedding. Tee hee J The wedding in totality was quite a long affair thanks to all the hundred customs that we have. But it was so much fun. Some customs were outright infuriating and the feminist in me was yelling inside.  Like there was a custom where the groom’s mother would ask her son (this is before the baraat starts off for the venue), “Where are you going, son?” And the son has to reply, “I am going to get a slave for you, mother.” I was shell shocked when I heard this. I, as a representative from the bride’s family, had gone to escort the groom to the venue. I was really dumbfounded. R (my sister’s husband) is a sweetheart really, but such customs are just so downright offensive!

But overall… getting married is awesome :P especially with all the attention (and the gifts) that you get :D

Speaking about R, he is one gem of a person. Everybody who has met him in my family has loved him instantly. Right from elders to the irritating adolescents, he just gets along with everybody. That amazes me no end and I’m really happy that he’s fitted in so well with the fabric of our family. Before I even met him, I had had a bigggg argument with him :P (on gtalk :P) but things are brilliant between us now and he’s like a big brother I never had. Happy happy.

P.S: Guess what, it has not even been a month since my sister’s wedding, and my mom is being informed about suitable matches for her younger daughter. Very flattering I must say ;)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The New me?

My internship has started. This means I am going to blog more often. Why? Because I’ll have something new to crib talk about. So officially two days into internship and I have spent more time travelling in the bus than in the office. Believe you me, this is not an exaggeration. Just my luck. First day they sent me back. I know! Woke up early morning 7 o’ clock (IT IS EARLY), hurriedly had my favourite Monday breakfast, ran to the bus stop, took more than two hours to reach the office, thanks to morning traffic. Only to come back? Yes. Some internal miscommunication- the reason if you may wonder.

Anyways, I took it in my stride- after of course whining about it for a few minutes to my folks. Second day i.e. today I am not sent back. But I am asked to study consumers. So again, No office for me. Without divulging into details let me tell u, all I have to do is observe people. And write a report on it at the end of the day. *sigh* DONE.

I have no complaints though. I enjoyed what I did. I intimidated people by staring at them- something I wouldn’t do in my usual sensible self. As it is I don’t have a very happy or welcoming face when I am around people I don’t know or like. I usually have this cold look. And people most often think I am pissed off all the time. It is so much fun to see people’s reaction when they get to know me. Oh! Am full of surprises :D

I travelled a lot in these two days. In Bus. On foot. O, I love to walk, by the way. In Bangalore, I have never travelled alone. Ok not never, but seldom. Whenever I go out, it is with S, so I never really have to go alone anywhere. All the Bangalore that I have seen till now is thanks to S’s bike. O, I hate bike rides, by the way.

This was not the case in Pune. I was forbidden (by MOM!) to get on a bike. I usually took an auto or a bus. And there I have travelled alone a LOT of times. My CAT coaching was far far away; that was one regular journey every week. Apart from that I’d go to meet my sister or parents at times or for some sundry work.
But travelling alone this time felt so different.

I was scared.

I put my bold self in front when in public. But deep down inside I’m anxious all the time. In these two days I realised that I need to get back to my old self. With him by my side, I never have to worry about anything. I walk around in abandon knowing he is around to watch out. I never realised I had become so dependent. While I like the sense of security when he’s around, I don’t want to become this scared person that I have become!

I used to love living alone in my room, waiting for my room mates to go home. And this time too, I was so happy to have the entire room to myself. But I felt scared at night. This does not happen with ME!! I never get scared. I used to pride myself with the fact that I’m not girlie and can take care of myself. Why did I get scared last night then? Why do I triple check all the latches? Why do I keep the lights switched on at night? Why am I scared to look behind?

Could it be because I have stopped praying?

I watched the movie “Taken” the other day. And it just fuelled all my thoughts. It is one heck of a movie. Those who haven’t watched, please DO.

More later. Ta!

Friday, October 15, 2010


My blog has been dormant for a while now. It needs a little spicing up and talking to be called alive. And though I have had a number of blog posts in my head all this while, they never culminated into writing. They were the kind of thoughts I woke up to a random morning, or imagined sitting on the pot, or something that struck me while pretending to listen to the lecturer, or hop just about when I'd be dreaming.

My exams are going on right now and have a four day break in between. One week after exams, I am going to start another internship. Two weeks into that, I'd be off to homeland.  Di's wedding! Soon after that, which is two weeks, I'd be back to resume my internship. And after another four weeks, I'd be back to college. So like that my life is almost planned till the end of this year. With no plans for Christmas or New year coz that is when I'd be working!

I love planning. I love peeping into probable future and daydream/plan :D And lately I have been ruminating a lot. 

I remember the first day of my CAT classes, I was asked to write a page on "Where do you see yourself ten years hence?" And I was clueless. Anyhow I wrote more than a page. And sounded convincing too. Now at 22, when I try to imagine my next ten years, I am flustered. Time is flying. The third decade of my life has already begun and there is so much to do! The last ten years were so slow. I was ten- the innocuous life I led not caring two hoots about what I wanted to see myself as in future. One day I wanted to be a fashion designer, another day an architect, next an air hostess or a doctor. Woah!

And now as I try peeping into my future- the next ten years- I only wish I had more years in this decade. I wish I could fit in just a few more years before I turned thirty! Ideally in the next 8 years- I have to build a career, earn a lot of money, have a house of my own, get married and have kids! Like really? All of this in 8 years? Okay may be house can wait, but the rest of it, I doubt! The Neocortex of my brain is evidently hyper active right now, but when everybody around you is getting married and you see other people settled in life, you wonder- Am I getting there?

However, I am content with what I have right now. And I have a lot to look forward to. I am happy about that. I am happy that at least I'm sure of where I am heading. I am not clueless like others my age (referring to my friends) who don't know what they want in life. They are just about ready to take whatever comes their way. They don't have a choice. I don't understand that. Perhaps they are more flexible and change their roads as they go. But how directionless and unstable could that get!

image courtesy: deviantart

Monday, September 27, 2010

Don't want to ruin it with a post title

It's been quite some time since I posted something. Not because I had nothing to say. Mundaneness of my life always gives me things to talk about. Even if that means I crib. But it's time I posted something sensible on my blog, considering my dwindling readers. And my waning interest in blogging.

I have this 'Creative Planning' module in my Advertising course where I am given a H.W. (I like the sound of home work :P better than assignments). And the Oh-so-awesome creative person that I am, I just can't think of anything for my H.W. The task is simple. I have to make 3 ads on "Obeying traffic rules". It is simple. But there is a catch. The teacher gave us a proposition on which we have to work (which actually makes it simpler, but difficult at the same time) The proposition is-- ok whatever, I am spending a lot of time on trivial things. This is going to be a Serious post!

Yea so. For this assignment when I started looking at stuff online- I found this heart wrenching story of a girl named Jacqueline who survived a major major road accident which was a case of drunken driving. I had briefly come across this story a few years back, but never really bothered digging deep. Today when I read through all the related matter available online, I was disconcerted. 

Jacqueline is almost as old as I am. And the kind of predicament she's been through doesn't even compare to what we crib about in our daily life. We lament for a bigger house, a better boss, a slimmer figure, a fatter salary, a longer holiday- what we fail to notice are the gifts we are already blessed with. And I am definitely guilty! I whine a great deal of things not going right in my life. And to tell you the truth, I guess it is deliberate denial. I don't like reading newspapers, I don't like listening to news. It only brings distress to my life. And seldom when I do read newspaper, my day turns out very bad. Like today, I read a news article on eve teasing in Kerala. And it infuriated me to no end. I kept thinking about that.

I found a clip on youtube where Jacqueline talks about enduring through the ups and downs of life. And though I know, I may forget all of this in a few days, and live my mundane life and crib and dream and hope and fall and rise and smile and hop and cry and whine and live... 
...for now I feel totally blessed and indebted for all I have in my world.

Monday, September 13, 2010

O Advertising!

End of a marathon weekend. 
I had been yearning for a long holiday, and when I finally got one I became all the more lazy. I am not looking forward to another Monday and more assignments.
So what did I do this holiday?
I indulged in a lot of introspection. Off late I have become this grumpy person. The only solace is the phonecalls from home when I somehow get detached from this carnivorous world around me. So this weekend I spent a lot of time with myself doing nothing. I stayed perched on my bed all through. Got up only to go to the mess. 

I want college to get over. And how much ever you say that I am going to look back at these days and sigh and long to get back, right at this moment I only want the time to fly. And I really hope what lies ahead is better than present.

Things I did-
This weekend I listened to a lot of Dave Matthews band- on repeat.
I did another post on my new blog. Here. You should check :) especially if you are from Bangalore. I caught up on reading. Online though. Watched a few ads I had missed off late. Browsed through advertising portals. Apart from that I stalked people on Facebook. Ok so now don't think I am this compulsive-lunatic-stranger-stalking woman coz I AM NOT. For my defence, I'd say am a curious woman :D. Anyways so this female who I was facebook stalking is a successful woman working in Advertising. I saw her picture in one of the news articles and wondered how old she was. And there it started. I facebooked her :) only to find that she was 40 :O when she looked so much younger. Her life looked dreamy- great career, great husband, great kids. Rosy hued. Everything just about perfect. And I got lost in my own fantasy land, imagining my future- whining about my crappy present- and mentally making a note of what I want in life.

I was 17 when I decided to make Advertising my career choice. And though I won't say I regret, I sure was naive. It was not the glamour (does it even exist?) of advertising, it was the excitement of creating ideas and the love for advertisements that hooked me. And I am still dazed. Advertising has now become a partner I am in a relationship with for past 5 years. 

And...I am dying to get married! 

In the course of my relationship I have been tempted to astray many a times, especially in the past one and half years when I came to understand the nuances of the industry. Before that- the first three years of our courtship, I was this loyal woman defending and representing Advertising where ever I went. But the deepest thought of infidelity came upon when I saw the glorious options of Brand Management, Media Research and Media planning in last one and half years considering the alluring pay package and freedom of work they offer. And though all these options are still connected to 'branding and advertising' per se, it is not really ADVERTISING, isn't it? 

And so being the faithful partner I shall stand by you, Advertising, come what may.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Blog warming :)

I created a new blog :)
Talking about something new :)

Please go to to know more :)

Monday, September 6, 2010

Wake me up when September ends..

When one thing goes wrong, everything else also starts going wrong. It is an avalanche effect. And it feels terrible to be under such a cascading effect, when you are continuously toppled over with one thing after another. Last ten days have been horrendous. And I don't see any speck of light even in the coming days.

Humiliation. Doubt. Arguments. Pain. Overload. Sleepless nights. Dissatisfaction. Insecurity.
And my birthday fell just in between all this pandemonium. Worst birthday ever.

22 hasn't started on the right note.

I have two resolutions this year- I have to learn to be patient. And optimistic.
I really need to.

Monday, August 23, 2010

take your pick

What would you pick- A loyal partner or a faithful partner?

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

R for Random. S for...

I love to talk.
That is when I am in a good mood.
And if I am really happy, I’d be chirpy, hopping around, talking.
I love talking randomly with people I am close to. I mean really randomly. My tangents can be really steep. One moment I’d be talking about 'this' and the next moment I might be talking about something completely unrelated. And I love doing that. The person usually is puzzled trying to join dots of my conversation, until he finds out how random I could get.

And since I have nothing in particular to write here, I’d be talking random- how I usually do. And you, I’m sorry, will have to bear with my eccentricity.

I had a bad mouth bashing with some people today. And I was irritated as hell. And though I gave a piece of my mind, I am not satisfied. Now I am waiting for the next thing to happen, so that I can prove my stance. The point of argument here is very stupid and not-blogable, so I shall refrain.

I don’t know why my net is not working, I am writing on Word doc and then I’ll have to copy-paste it later. Double effort.

My laptop has become OLD. I shall be celebrating its fourth anniversary in sometime. I want it to survive for another one year and a little more than that, till I get a job and buy another one on my own. I recently saw someone using a Macbook with a red cover. And I found it really really pretty.

I want to read books. I want to watch movies. I want to listen to music. I want to read. But somehow I don’t find time. And that is bull shit. Cos I waste a lot of time. But on second thoughts I used to waste a lot more time during my graduation. How is it, I’m always in the same pit!

I hate it when I write on a word doc, and the smart system puts red and green lines under my sentences. I get a mental block. I need to remove all the red/green lines to be able to start writing again. Hmph…such a waste of time (Oh I knew you wouldn’t understand ‘Hmph’…you MS WORD! **right click...ignore all**)

At the age of 22 (in a few days), I have already become old. I already complain like a grandma about my back ache, my digestive system, my bones, my eyes. Everything is in place, but needs a servicing. I want hoooooooooommmmmmmmeeeee!!

I don't like college anymore. I want home. My home. I hope after I start working, my life sees better days than this. I really really want a house of my own.

I tasted red wine last night. And it tasted sad. Wine out of all other things I thought would taste good. But No. Coming to my favourite topic, I had an amazing dinner last night. I had authentic Malyalee food. And though I detested beef all this while, for the first time in my life last night I relished it. I had tasted beef several times before and always hated it. But much to my surprise, the mal style beef was crazy. He was beaming with joy that I finally did warm up to his favourite meat.

My birthday is around the corner. And this time somehow I am not looking forward to it. Period.

I am so sleepy. The lunch in the mess today was sad. I love the silence in my room.

Few weeks back, thanks to one of my teachers, I sent a story to Chicken Soup for the College Soul. I was brutally rejected. Ok not brutally; the lady was sweet to me, but I was sad. Apparently my story wasn’t emotional enough. They needed a ‘moral’ at the end of the story. What? Am I writing Aesop's fables? The day dreamer that I am, I had already found a place in cloud nine for planning my career in writing. Jokes apart, I am going to send another story for the next issue, hopefully with more emotions and morals :P

I need to wash clothes. When will the room cleaning squad come to my room? My room has been made a mess!

He has become an atheist.

I have to take a bath. Or should I watch Grey’s Anatomy instead? Why is the internet still not working? I have to check the meaning of Esplanade in the dictionary. It is a name of a Bengali restaurant in Bangalore. Want to go there. Heard it is expensive.

I want to own a restaurant one day.

I love Appy Fizz, but I think the 20rs bottle is over priced.

Alright enough randomness, it is already 4 o’ clock. I should wrap up. Ta!

Friday, August 13, 2010

When I was younger..

Though adulthood comes with all its perks, there are a number of times when you want to go back to those days of abandon and nonchalance. Everybody when looks back yearns to be transported back to their schooldays- when as cliched it may sound all you wanted was to watch television when you were not supposed to or not be asked to study or clean your room...
But I beg to differ.

Honestly I do not want to go back to my days of childhood. Recently I stumbled upon a few young bloggers, (who I must say write brilliantly) and I could see specks of myself in every post. The insecurity, the envy, the ambition, the self- pep talks, the love, the attachment, the faith, the disgust, the all came gushing back to me as I went through their blogs.

"We are adults!!
How did that happen? 
And how do we make it stop? "
- Meredith Grey

It is like choosing the lesser evil. In the good old days life was just as capricious as it is right now.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

To Blog...With Love

A smile comes to me whenever I see their update on my dashboard- these are a few bloggers whom I love to read. And a comment from them, makes my day! So, this is to you all... :)

Judy Balan- The best piece of shit in this world. I love the humor that comes out of all the cribs. And Oh those one liners :) You have to read it, to believe it.
Blunt Edges- He can't really be called a blogger. He's a zombie who roams around in the blogosphere commenting on people's blog from time to time! But he's damn good at it :D
Asif- He is a sensitive writer, who comes across as an absolute genuine human being.
Sunshine- She is the whiff of fresh air. Even her mundane writing gives me a new perspective all the time.
In the Meantime- He is an evolving writer. I absolutellllly love some of his last posts \m/
Chloe- If only you wrote more often, Chloe! :) You know you are loved! Get well Soon.
Vivify- She is an inspiration. I look forward to her posts ALL THE TIME.
Reflections- She has gone for a sabbatical and is totally missed in the blog world. I love her sarcasm and her adorable daughters. Like mothers, like daughters? Come back, Nancy.
Preeti- She is The writer :) I love her effortless writing. She is the positive beam of light on my blog :D

Thank you all for being a part of my Blog life!
Have a happy day ahead :)

A Happy Friendship Day...Not !

All I got to have all my life was acquaintances. Not friends. 
Can we have a 'Happy' Acquaintance day for me?

I was one introvert kid. The real shy one who has to be dragged out of the room to be introduced to the guests at home, who walks around in the park with hands at the back looking at kids playing, who waits for people to ask her if she wants to play, who keeps her mouth shut in front of strangers, who rehearses lines in her mind before talking for the first time....
Am not that anymore. Thankfully so. But a major part of my life I was like that. And it was not easy. Moving from place to place only made it worse. Making friends was not my thing. Honestly, I don't think I ever made friends. Even the acquaintances I have from my childhood are the people who came up to me and tried to be friends. Everything was transitory for me. After one point of time, I started looking at everything as something that will ultimately fade away. And that might be one reason why I could never make friends. First, I never met the right people. Second, I never made an effort. Because everything was ephemeral. I looked at everything from the point of view of next one year, two years or three years that I would have to be with them. I would have 'moved on' in my mind already .
But one good thing that happened in the process was that I became very very close to my family. Because that was the only thing constant in my life, even when I moved from one city to another. As an adolescent or a teenager I don't think I had ever been a problem for my parents. I was fairly good at studies. I listened to my parents. My parents were very very understanding. And I had an elder sister who's not a brat either. So on the family front, I just got the perfect family who would stand by me all through.

So when I look around, and see people hanging out together being like the best of buddies, I feel a void in my heart. Circumstances have never let me have friends. Ones I could really call Friends. Someone who would fit those cliched lines in the Archies cards that people exchange on Friendship day.

And now though I am not that introvert kid anymore, and can talk my mind when I have to- I am not particularly a People's person. I can only handle acquaintances now. If somebody tries to be very friendly, I can not digest it. I start maintaining a distance. At the outside, I might be the happy bubbly jumpy girl who everybody likes to talk to, but inside I am the dark cloudy woman who shuns people because she's scared to lose them after having them once.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

...and I am NOT a man yet!!

IF By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

... and I am NOT a man yet!!

L if E revolves around the word ‘if’. Literally.

IF is one of my most favourite poems. Every time I read it, I connect to it at different levels. I can see tiny specks of my life in every line of this poem. But if only it was really so inspirational. It is. But I doubt if things really do work this way in our lives anymore.

"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise"

Like really???
Kipling proclaims that the earth will be all his- he who can follow all the IF conditions of the poem. That ‘he’ really got to be something. An advertising person perhaps- he who wears a thick skin, accepts all the brickbats, holds his head high, swaggers to his office everyday and wears a smile to survive in the sadistic atmosphere of Advertising. A thankless, carnivorous, contentious world to be in.

And I realised today, this poem was indeed written for people like me. All those who are anywhere related to advertising industry, ponder over it for a minute. It really is for us.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The roar.

Just because the Lion has not roared yet doesn’t mean he’s not a Lion really. He is a Lion. A mighty one at that. The majesty of the jungle. And when time comes he will roar and swoop and do what he’s meant to do in his life. But why is he waiting? What indolence? The foxes and the elephants are doing their tricks. What if the Lion doesn’t get the chance to pounce and command his worth? What if he ends up living all his life under the highness of the morons of the jungle? Why doesn’t he roar?

Friday, June 25, 2010


My latest therapeutic song.One that calms all my storms.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

:-/ :) :D

F@#$% off, girl. You have no right to be angry really. Learn to be a little more mature. Stop over reacting!

Well that was for my current roommate who’s way too unreasonable for me to be able to live with her. I am here for one month and she has already picked up fights twice. The first time I totally ignored, but she’s a tad too cranky. I gave her a piece of my mind this time and walked off without listening to her. Why should I take her shit! And she better not talk to me after this. I have another ten days to go, and she better mind her business.
And she wants to enter the PR industry. Bollocks. That’s the reason why you are not getting a job, you know you bi$&%! *all the abuses I know*

Anyways, let me revel in the goodness of today :)
Today was one of those easy going days. Last night was terrible with a marathon power cut. And mosquitoes. It was a stormy evening which followed that dreary night. I had nothing to do in the candle-less dark night.
On Friday Ankur, the boss, assigned one day to each intern and asked them to make a speech for HALF AN HOUR on any topic of our choice. What the heck, half an hour! And Monday was my turn.
My weekend was ruined. All I thought was about the topics I could speak on. And who the hell makes a speech for half an hour. I was so irritated. I had one awesome weekend despite all the ‘pressure’. Weekend is a different story altogether. I had whole lot of fun with my friends. Had the most awesome-est dinner and breakfast; and that calls for another blog post :)

Yea so coming back to the point. Half an hour of me talking on ONE topic. Hahaha. I thought of so many different things that I could speak about but nothing seemed convincing enough. And then after thinking a lot I finally pinned down one subject on which I could talk at lengths. And yet not sound very serious and boring.

I spoke about my childhood experience of moving from one city to another and how I absolutely hated it. Of the days I cried and despised my dad’s job; and how at the end of it all I am not so angry anymore, and how it has actually helped me to evolve as a person taking bits from every place I’ve lived in, and how that is a strength being in the advertising industry.

It was not a half an hour long speech. But I guess I could keep the audience glued to what I was speaking. And that is what was important. I enjoyed every moment of that when I did not know what my next word is going to be. I just spoke. At random. And made complete sense. And in a matter of few minutes it was over. I was relieved.

I am not too fond of public speaking, especially when I am asked to speak. I was a bundle of nerves since the morning for that one ten minutes which passed by rather easily.

I love that feeling when all the eyes are on me and the only voice I can hear is mine. People listening intently like slowly getting drenched with every word I am saying. And that smile that says I have touched a chord somewhere. I absolutely love that feeling.

Before making the speech I could not stop grumbling about my boss’ idea. But I am glad I spoke. That feeling I love.

P.S: I don't abuse all that much ;) that girl just took it too far

Saturday, April 10, 2010


I miss childhood friends..
..ever having them that is !

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Littil phevar :P

Cant believe am doing this. But doing I am!!
Mixing my personal life with my professional one.
Cant help it. So all you people out there. Kindly do me this little favour :)

Answer this:

"Chinese flavoured chips???" Good idea? Bad idea?

First day of internship and they ask me to do a little research. And I make use of my saviours Facebook and Blogger. People kindly reply in BULK. Get your friends to reply too :P

Thank u so much. More on the internship soon!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

the song...

Long Nights lyrics
Eddie Vedder (Into the Wild)

Have no fear
For when I'm alone
I'll be better off than I was before

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground

I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know

I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dried conversations sting...

Sunday, March 14, 2010

For all the moms :) :)