tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271215102024-03-07T18:30:22.055-08:00Memoirs of a copywriterRandom Sporadic Bursts of Creativity OR Stuff that I can't say too loudly.
Basically, it's a page full of randomness, arbidity, thoughts and words as bizzare as these.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-66963417494825410102011-01-12T11:41:00.001-08:002011-01-12T11:41:56.492-08:00It's time I started writing againYes? Coming soon.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-23583056737858726872009-09-28T12:34:00.001-07:002009-09-28T12:34:54.677-07:00Happy Birthday MomI miss you and I wish I can get you here soon enough. Happy Birthday.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-33804257629683233862009-03-26T09:32:00.000-07:002009-03-26T09:37:23.057-07:00Neville was here - again.I don't understand why people would do this. They say - what you sow so shall you reap, maybe that is what it is. But I am sorry. I was sorry. But it still haunts me. It still haunts them, I guess.<br /><br />I have always had to work for what I have wanted. Just wish it was a little easier and it hurt a whole lot less.<br /><br />Somethings I don't understand. Some people I don't understand. It hurts knowing what I know. I feel helpless. I feel disturbed. I feel uneasy. I feel dead.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-66845587850225038112009-01-11T19:47:00.000-08:002009-01-11T19:50:32.413-08:00Too late, isn't it?Everyone, sooner than later, realises the biggest mistake they made in their lives.<br /><br />Today I realised mine.<br /><br />I am sorry, Neville.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-56184685526889389462008-11-26T16:53:00.000-08:002008-11-26T16:59:06.491-08:00Mumbai meri jaan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeLcaK_0r17STvrYWUkKJywfGzCsnH3rbCysh_Q5Ob0s9g0t4f2fGAQzjInLYqS9S71nzzCsYrN0owkrC4vxN-euKx29V5zVcbZF3G7d5b08QWoYfadKAM18iH2VowIpZFtJHYg/s1600-h/mumbai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeLcaK_0r17STvrYWUkKJywfGzCsnH3rbCysh_Q5Ob0s9g0t4f2fGAQzjInLYqS9S71nzzCsYrN0owkrC4vxN-euKx29V5zVcbZF3G7d5b08QWoYfadKAM18iH2VowIpZFtJHYg/s400/mumbai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273135507250751666" border="0" /></a>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-53287093800618796332008-11-13T16:34:00.000-08:002008-11-13T22:33:23.305-08:00Ten things you might get bored ofAs a child weren't there just way too many things that excited you? And you were just dying to do/achieve them. And now that you're old enough to do/achieve them, you look back and wish you could kick yourself in the nuts through the space-time continuum. And the more mundane an activity they become the more you tend to hate them.<br /><br />Here are a few:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walking</span> - You're telling me if you could be lifted everywhere, you'd still prefer walking?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shaving</span> - First couple of times, we would even shave the skin off, if we could. But now, I'd rather uproot the hair from it's roots.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Driving</span> - Not the once-in-a-freaking-blue-moon kind of drive. The everyday routine. Ah, gotcha!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Voting</span> - The first time is exciting, but then you realise, you're still getting equally screwed. Loses its charm.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wearing a suit</span> - You remember how you would try on ties, and long suits that never fitted. Now they freaking fit. (Fortunately, I don't have to bear this cross.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Going to work</span> - No comment.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Picking up the tab</span> - This always seem so manly, when your dad did it. But what you were looking at, was the happiness in your mom's eyes, but you didn't see the despair in your dad's.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cooking</span> - This one still haunts me. Everyday.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Being responsible</span> - This one bites all of us in the ass once a day. Imagine, if no one expected you to behave a certain way, expected you to be irresponsible.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sex </span>- Although, this one I still seem to enjoy - but they say it happens. May I die before that.<br /><br />Oh an eleventh, just struck me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Death</span> - We wish it so very often. And wonder what it would be like. I'd imagine, it'd be much like shaving or going to work. Don't expect too much from it.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-75218571985078839482008-09-01T04:40:00.000-07:002008-11-26T17:01:27.411-08:00Hello Ms. Palin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3yuo0flb6HhzeCaIkZbVpX6dW-X1DXCsqcdLzYk0lsqV2FrblsLR_X8BptohkA4AqqNtkeTk2-KXP9Zel4IChi6r5CB-znvexEN2kmooVdvA6geufDx51d3X1mRjpGnLnKa23A/s1600-h/Gov-Palin-2006_Official.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3yuo0flb6HhzeCaIkZbVpX6dW-X1DXCsqcdLzYk0lsqV2FrblsLR_X8BptohkA4AqqNtkeTk2-KXP9Zel4IChi6r5CB-znvexEN2kmooVdvA6geufDx51d3X1mRjpGnLnKa23A/s320/Gov-Palin-2006_Official.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241019527763379634" border="0" /></a><br />She is it. She has power, was Ms Congeniality at a Ms Alaska pageant. She used to be a sportscaster. She was instrumental in legalising pot in Alaska. She falsely quotes Plato in conversation.<br /><br />Downside: she is married with five kids - that is not a downside people. There is a process to making babies. She is 44. BUT SHE LOOKS LIKE THAT.<br /><br />If I could help it, the Republicans would have already won. (But <a href="http://www.gregpalast.com/">Greg Palast</a> already knows that)<br /><br />If you want to know a little more about her, <a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1837523_1837531_1837539,00.html">click here</a>.<br /><br /><br />PS: If you are reading this Ms. Palin, may I have one cup of coffee with you? You can just talk. Please? :PNevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-35221684624331938082008-08-01T12:28:00.000-07:002008-08-01T12:30:49.897-07:00Thank You:-)<br /><br />D-day. Good day. Not bad day. Happy day. Hoped it was different day. But thanked that it wasn't a different day.<br /><br />But yes, thank you.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-7131209998079451102008-07-30T20:23:00.000-07:002008-07-30T20:45:10.217-07:00FOAD ThursdayMost days start well. Apart from the waking up bit. And today was not special either.<br /><br />Like any normal day, I woke up in a trailer van (longer story), had a flat, paid a lot to get it fixed, got home and realised I had lost my mom's debit card and if you know anything about me and/or my mom, it's not a nice thing.<br /><br />Good morning and welcome to FOAD Thursdays. If you don't know what FOAD Thursdays is, google it, because <a href="http://foadt.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">FOADT</span></a> is now a health tip website. Or is it?<br /><br />It's trying to tell me something, isn't it? Sorry little bastard of a day.<br /><br />I HATE THURSDAYS!Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-44970817108199974942008-07-28T14:26:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:54:04.538-07:00Long timeI know. But nothing has inspired me. But it's getting close to an important date. And before I get upset or elated with a decision that has the potency to change my life forever, I must get a few things straight.<br /><br />1. I did like The Dark Knight. Ledger was brilliant but Gary Oldman was better. I know, but Ledger's character was written like that. But Oldman pulled one out of the hat from a character that never had anything but the knowledge of how to use the bat signal.<br /><br />2. People don't use semi-colons. Not even when they mean semi-colons. It's unfair.<br /><br />3. Is still an odd number and I don't like them too much.<br /><br />4. I love her. I really do.<br /><br />5. I finished something today.<br /><br />6. I came home late. Made sandwiches for mom and me. Ate together and laughed. It's been a while since we did that.<br /><br />7. I drove with the windows down. I liked it.<br /><br />8. Relived a memory. Twice.<br /><br />9. Smiled. Cried.<br /><br />10. Touched an ice-cream to the back of my teeth.<br /><br />It's not far away. So I am still waiting.<br /><br />Good night.<br /><br />SFX: Blip.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-11382700477225332222008-03-06T12:50:00.000-08:002008-03-06T12:53:48.126-08:00Wistful thinkingSome people can act. But then some people have the opportunity. Or at least some people will do anything for that opportunity.<br /><br />Shame on you, Neville. Shame on you.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-8849520956904725602008-03-03T13:19:00.000-08:002008-03-03T13:42:39.659-08:00...Never know pain till you have felt it. And once you have felt it, never describe it. Everyone's entitled to it.<br /><br />Everyone's entitled to know what it feels like to want something so bad that it can hurt. To not get it, even then. To crumble and fall and see it go further away as you get eaten from the inside.<br />Everyone needs to know what it is like to be not heard. Not heard even when you scream in a crowded street.<br /><br />To know what the phrase 'Love hurts' actually means.<br /><br />To actually know what it takes to be 'different' in a normal world.<br /><br />To hurt so bad that you will cry to the point where you lie naked in a pool of your own tears. and every last ounce of shame is taken from you.<br /><br />To understand what it feels like to be never be understood, and when someone finally does, you don't understand them.<br /><br />To taste what irony means. To search the parched desert for some water, and when you discover the perfect wine, you can't taste it, coz you your taste buds have been burnt.<br /><br />To have dreams that will never come true.<br /><br />Everyone is entitled to their share of pain.<br /><br />Let them have it.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-57995248838245698812007-11-08T07:02:00.001-08:002007-11-11T08:49:00.152-08:00I've been taggedSo the tag is about two weeks old now. And I am sorry <a href="http://phishfish.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged-tail-of-words.html">Phish</a>, but I did have a lot of work.<br /><br />Now about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme">Meme</a> of a writer. What does it take for me to get hooked? What does it take me for drop my jaw and say to myself, "Oh fuck"? I think it's all subjective. In fact, I am no one to write an objective piece on what it takes to be a good writer. So I am not going to break this up into points. I am going to let stream of conscienceness take over. Sometimes, the best writing even comes from there. The Catcher in the Rye is one great example.<br /><br />And so when I say subjectivity, I mean that one's choice may depend on a lot of things. Mood. Social status. Social stigma. Upbringing. Sad/happy childhood/adulthood experiences. A lot of things. And so while some may swear by Kafka's pain, others might think he is overrated. Some might kill you alive if you told them that Shakespeare can't write and others might sink into an existential angst, if you so much as thought, Who is Godot? Some may worship Rushdie (shoot 'em) other's may think Arundhati Roy is god's gift to literature (shoot 'em over and over again. Now repeat.)<br /><br />So while we may have our own little quirks, I think a variety of writers exist because people's choices are eclectic. They depend on each experience. So an author needs to relate. Kafka and Dostoevsky will elude you, if you don't know what pain is. It's the same way Douglas Adams will seem a bit of a stretch to you if you haven't ever thought of aping Darth Vader.<br /><br />Holden Caulfield does not appeal to every man. And to even fewer women. Get my drift. So I really think an author is as good as his audience. Explain to me why is that we all have a varied taste of books. Why is it that we share our books and only accept people with similar interests into our social circle?<br /><br />This may not be the best piece of writing. But the fact is that you read it. You read it, cause I am part of your social circle. And you want to know what I think. It makes for interesting reading to you, because you know me. If you don't know me, then leave me a comment and tell me what you think.<br /><br />So who follows this one?<br /><br /><a href="http://over-the-moon-and-way-beyond.blogspot.com/">Afrin</a><br /><a href="http://anumita.blogspot.com/">Anumita</a><br /><a href="http://myarfbag.blogspot.com/">Menopausal Ballerina</a><br /><a href="http://shundi.blogspot.com/">Rahul</a>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-13029943273791377312007-09-30T00:08:00.000-07:002007-09-30T05:28:52.580-07:00!I wake up late on Sundays. Regularly. But today was different. I didn't want to wake up at all. Had an intuition. Wasn't so sure it would be a good one. I woke up. The memory of an unfinished conversation lingered. I thought, "It must be that."<br /><br />I shrug it off. I brush, pondering. I went about my day as if nothing was wrong. But that conversation kept lurking. It was probably in the air I was breathing. I picked up the phone. Made that call.<br /><br />It was true. It wasn't a dream. I hurt. I am wistful. And well awake.<br /><br />"Let's go Neville...", my mom's voice filters through my thoughts. I realise she had been talking for sometime now. I rub my eyes, "Sure mom. You look pretty today."Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-22860625872625118402007-09-24T11:59:00.000-07:002007-09-25T05:47:34.324-07:00World Champions<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYWb9ie2stKWz0MOmoJvquZxtmBDuoIrO1ooaOmLEVZQHbgpyTIcMonpUgqWv8flMl0BbZSerMkZA1npGWWaVLlTQMdxR5lEIZnnRGFxIq0Pfg0m4sI3ERqCYWbal08Z_4GosEQ/s1600-h/ICC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYWb9ie2stKWz0MOmoJvquZxtmBDuoIrO1ooaOmLEVZQHbgpyTIcMonpUgqWv8flMl0BbZSerMkZA1npGWWaVLlTQMdxR5lEIZnnRGFxIq0Pfg0m4sI3ERqCYWbal08Z_4GosEQ/s320/ICC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113849287281384194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INDIA</span> - ICC World Twenty20 Champions.<br /><br />Here's how<br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans Serif;"></span><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwUSh4qw9gE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwUSh4qw9gE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am happy. No criticisms here. Hat's off. Take a Bow. *Claps hands profusely.*<br /></div></div>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-35352478545079423942007-09-15T07:38:00.000-07:002007-09-15T11:08:32.906-07:00Aahh AdvertisingMy mom still tells me, how I was always obsessed with advertising. She tells me how as a child, when a programme on DD ran, I would always watch the ads without batting an eyelid. I mean I would ask for my meals and refills during the Disney hour, but the ad time was never interrupted. I knew every jingle and every ad. I was a media planners wet-dream.<br /><br />But, now that I am a copywriter, I sometimes find myself cursing my job and my clients and think to myself, why can't my clients accept great advertising? Why can't Indian clients accept award winning work?<br /><br />Then I recall the great ads we have had.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ux9I1yD6MB4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ux9I1yD6MB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I asked my mom the other day what she loved about the ad? She said, "I don't know, everything. The girl, the innocence, the jingle. Everything." You have to be warned she thought that insurance and advertising are the biggest con jobs known to man.<br /><br />Now I wondered how do you deconstruct something as subjective as that. Yet the guys got it right each time over.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6V-ExuyyJU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6V-ExuyyJU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And like this.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/womx9GYLVD0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/womx9GYLVD0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Till they fucked it up after this.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDuUIww9AIU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDuUIww9AIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Then there is the other set, the vintage one.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWFSG0YL_mM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWFSG0YL_mM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And it's "Remix", which was brilliant and I don't think the firangs will ever get it. EVER.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h8hrlbdEz4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h8hrlbdEz4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I wonder if ideas that are truly Indian, which are not a google's perspective of India will ever win international acclaim. I mean Indians are all over the world. Then are to too shy to accept their culture, because they might be ostracized? I mean this ad is all about Indian culture.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uakI_QIQaYs"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uakI_QIQaYs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And still it never won internationally. Sad.<br /><br />And then again in India, we have the Hutch ads, which work. Thanks to their TG being the urban Indian, they can afford to pass of intelligent advertising. Then a commercial which is a writer's dream does nothing for the brand.<br /><br />(Careful with this one. For some vague reason this is an eight minute clip. It's the Sumo Victa ad. If you have seen it, don't click it.)<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFkvNGZEhow"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFkvNGZEhow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And this writer's dream got the agency fired in a sense.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyH7kZo-QyuXWUKx1LtXnBz6jMW6nZ6Y6ZYGEACw1MjhpnXTyArvxnRIxnHxKYfxxEJGTpVzvz6AOc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And then the new agency does something like this, which is almost the same thing. So if the client was happy with the commercial then why fire the agency?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Uo0mWUDSpQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Uo0mWUDSpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Then there are days, when I think to myself, my clients do know what they want. How else do they become the number one Insurance Private Life Insurer in India.<br /><br />So maybe this is the right advertising.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwR9qe2tYUd5KN2Dw1cVb2dBUdtyPGrl3Gv_fkfEGGlOM39ROlc6J4LvMRvaFlLkEew9stBkaPoWzs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Maybe these spots are the ones that really work. All I can say is that even though I want to do spots like this.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsawn-BmMMne0j_O_8egz8OgMR9yY7wjaecbNesZ1OalozGsVXOwITfV9Nf3hNEaOK4noVmIZdT8E' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And this must watch.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH2RfXcIHjk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH2RfXcIHjk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And a lot lot more. But then maybe this brand advertising really works.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwranqLYRHT0rbAhUB6sspcgbdhs4HqANicIl15uvJn5oDgNLpzRhsSVUVogPUmFdWWjuZGDfNZ6ps' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I am just glad I work for an Indian advertising agency.<br /><br />And if you have stayed through this post, then you need to see this one and remember it.<br /><br />(Excuse the 80's colours.)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rS2n18lTCSo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rS2n18lTCSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I love my job.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-51378559520898702102007-09-15T05:05:00.001-07:002007-09-15T05:12:51.221-07:00A smart tipIt's a Saturday and normally I am in office. But today was different. I woke up late. I went to pick my mother up and took her to lunch to one of her favourite restaurants.<br /><br />Now, we were done. I asked for the cheque. Funnily enough it came to a round figure. Let's say Rs. 800/-. I paid a round figure of, let's say Rs. 1000/-.<br /><br />The waiter brought back the change. One Rs. 100/- note. And two Rs. 50/- notes.<br /><br />He must have thought it was subtle. Well, no it wasn't. But the sad part is, I still left a 50. AARGGGHH!!!!Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-27659628208861516162007-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:002007-07-25T12:10:30.047-07:00Currently Listening - The NightwatchmanHe is here - Tom Morello of RATM/ Audioslave fame. After a long time a man who can make hair stand on its end, with just a voice and a humble guitar bed. Brilliant stuff, BUY IT.<br /><br />I would recommend The Garden of Gethsemane, if you want to try one song before you get the album.<br /><br />Just in case you're into piracy - Mininova has it.<br /><br />Click here to read more about him. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_nightwatchman">The Nightwatchman.</a>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-71159884586602647182007-07-11T18:15:00.000-07:002007-07-11T18:31:15.646-07:00HumbledI am an immodest person. I believe, modesty is a virtue of the weak. Now, that's how I think, there isn't much I can do about that anymore.<br /><br />So simply by this virtue, I presume, and more often I am (there it goes again), that I am the smartest person in the room at any given point.<br /><br />Today, or rather last night was different. Last night, I was humbled. Humbled not by Einstein or Newton or any other person who seemed smarter than me. I was humbled by someone who knew how to do his job. And someone who knew how to do it right.<br /><br />He didn't insult me, he didn't share a word with me, in fact we never even made eye contact. All he did was came to recording studio. Took out his flute. Listened to what the music director wanted. Went inside the booth and played.<br /><br />And he didn't read off a sheet and neither was he guided by Beethoven. He just closed his eyes, listened and played. On his way out he was accepted a meager amount, which would probably be less than his cab fare.<br /><br />He churned out seven different tunes at 2:40 in the morning and the only two words he said were on his way out, "Thank you."Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-19900235745929077362007-06-30T01:37:00.000-07:002007-06-30T01:56:29.776-07:00Give Mumbai a breakOkay. I have had it. Really. I mean I am so pissed it's made me post after almost three months.<br /><br />There are a few things that moronic journalists who aren't from Mumbai, should really understand.<br /><br />The city is overpopulated. DUH! But that is not the only reason we are flooded.<br /><br />Mumbai is an island. YES, you freaking geniuses.... we are detached from the mainland. Wish you would realise that.<br /><br />Besides, it is not the government's fault. There is not much they can do, if people decide to flock to this city and then criticise it, then it's not their fault. And if someone so much as suggests that we should stop people from filtering to the city... Their &^%*ing mouths open up ready to suck some more d*&k.<br /><br />I mean really. Get a life.... Mumbai has always been flooding. YES. Milan Subway also. ITS CALLED A SUBWAY. Understand that the BEST and everyone else changes their routes from July to August, every year.<br /><br />There is something called the tide, which you studied in school, remember?<br /><br />Yes, that is what controls the draining of Mumbai... not the CM or the BMC.<br /><br />Get real. Stop asking people walking on the Central Railway (Mumbaikars are probably laughing their asses off now) whether they expected this. CENTRAL LINE. Man.... you guys really are stupid.<br /><br />Get a life... stop causing a panic in Mumbai. PLEASE.<br /><br />Also, isn't the Mumbai rain really professional? I mean it rains awful only on weekends... Mumbaikars, you will know... :)Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-6403080065521497022007-03-29T13:10:00.000-07:002007-03-29T13:13:23.325-07:00ErmI wish doctors understood the power they had. I wish they didn't take us for a ride.<br /><br />I love you ma.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-37966869730875200232007-02-25T17:20:00.001-08:002007-02-28T11:12:06.623-08:00Oh my god, that's Helen MirrenHello, Ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Oscar night.<br /><br />Well, actually morning here. But I've always wanted to say that. Screw say it, I've always wanted one.<br /><br />So, how many of you watched it?<br /><br />I am starting to write this one at 6:30 am. Let's see if I can finish by the end.<br /><br />But seriously, how do the British how do they speak so well. Helen Mirren is wearing Lacroix (Pronounced Lacraw).<br /><br />You should have seen Star Movies' attempt to to a preview. They should just leave it to E!<br /><br />See you after the show. Maybe.Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-28414030694702055462007-01-29T10:39:00.000-08:002007-01-29T11:29:06.224-08:00Wedding Bells<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">You know when weddings start getting scary? When the ones getting married, are your friends. It's scarier when they are younger to you.<br /><br />So I just got back from these classmates wedding (both) and you know, what is the one thing that struck me the most? No matter who doesn't like what, it'll never show on their faces. There will be eyebrows raised, questions asked, but never a confirmation.<br /><br />So all in all, a great wedding.<br /><br />Also doesn't the look in the parents' eyes just make you feel like crying... It's this one of pride, depression and exhaustion. I don't know what else is there... But it sure brings a tear to mine.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-78810806714670136512007-01-24T12:52:00.000-08:002007-07-11T18:34:44.794-07:00There's something about porn!<p><span lang="EN-GB">When you've you grown up in a boarding school environment, porn isn't the most easily accessible thing. And even more so when you are a junior. You have to kiss some serious ass, wash a whole lot of clothes and give up your chicken piece on Sundays. And after all this, if you were lucky, you got a porn magazine. Which you ask? Oh, well, Debonair - THE LOCAL EDITION.<br /><br />Now, I know what the men are thinking. You had to do all that for a Deb. YES. You're in boarding. You are not allowed outside campus and your dorm mates are all boys. Ahh, see you get what I mean. You don't get access to Playboys, etc. till a little later.<br /><br />And women, I know what you're thinking, I am not sending my kid to boarding. Just hold on for a second, most of the guys who agreed to the earlier point went to day schools. They had better access. Yes, we had access too, but it was much later. And it was seriously monitored. </span></p> <p><span lang="EN-GB">What? It was one magazine that had to be shared among 25 guys.<br /><br />Ya, so porn then was a big deal. Femina was erotica and a Cosmo, full-fledged porn. So a Debonair was well... er...you know...<br /><br />But now, it's just so much more accessible. All of a sudden, couples are watching it together, seeking inspiration and trying to attempt what they see, which might not be very healthy. I mean, where is the foreplay, the courting, the stuff that we actually read about. Not the stuff you read now on desibaba and various other sites.<br /><br />When was the last time, you saw porn where the man actually waits for the woman to orgasm. It only gets worse for the woman when the man does. Not only is it demeaning and disrespectful, it's also fake.<br /><br />The reason behind this article was something I read, about where the guy threatened to break up and tell everyone that he had slept with her, if she didn't do... well... porn stuff.<br /><br />This new MMS thingie is making us all voyeuristic without even realising it. It's scary.<br /><br />What happened to good old Debbie does </span><span lang="EN-GB">Dallas</span><span lang="EN-GB">? Classic Erotica that encapsulated stories and was based on real life incidents. (And no, I am not talking about hot pizza delivery girls).<br /><br />Wish someone could bring back the innocence of pornography (Not paedophilia). Yes, there is innocence in it. I've experienced it.</span><br /></p>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27121510.post-25822935010206571522007-01-21T21:31:00.001-08:002007-01-21T22:10:19.209-08:00Let's 49-O the shit out of these guys.<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Got this as a one of those chain mail thingies, but just had to put it up here, with a few edits, to make it more suitable for my blog.<br /><br />Did you know that there is a system in our constitution, as per the 1969 act, in section "49-O" that a person can go to the polling booth, confirm his identity, get his finger marked and convey the presiding election officer that he doesn't want to vote anyone.<br /><br />There is such a feature is available, but obviously these seemingly nefarious (one of those edits) politicians have never disclosed. This is called "49-O".<br /><br />Why should you go and say "I VOTE NOBODY"?<br /><br />Well, because, in a ward, if a candidate wins, say by 123 votes, and that particular ward has received "49-O" votes more than 123, then that polling stands cancelled and will have to be re-polled.<br /><br />Not just that, but the candidature of the contestants is revoked and they cannot contest the re-polling, since people had already expressed their decision on them.<br /><br />This can change the way, of our whole political system. It's no wonder then why the election commission hasn't revealed such a law to the public.<br /><br />This seems like a wonderful weapon against corrupt politicians. And with the upcoming elections, show your power. Because expressing your desire not to vote for anybody, is even more powerful than voting.<br /><br />So either vote, or vote not to vote (vote 49-O). But go there, dammit. </span></p>Nevillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05609839199756570924noreply@blogger.com2