Memoirs of a copywriter

It's time I started writing again

2011-01-12T11:41:00.001-08:00

Yes? Coming soon.

Happy Birthday Mom

2009-09-28T12:34:00.001-07:00

I miss you and I wish I can get you here soon enough. Happy Birthday.

Neville was here - again.

2009-03-26T09:32:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

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.

Too late, isn't it?

2009-01-11T19:47:00.000-08:00

Everyone, sooner than later, realises the biggest mistake they made in their lives.

Today I realised mine.

I am sorry, Neville.

Mumbai meri jaan

2008-11-26T16:53:00.000-08:00

Ten things you might get bored of

2008-11-13T16:34:00.000-08:00

As 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.

Here are a few:

Walking - You're telling me if you could be lifted everywhere, you'd still prefer walking?
Shaving - 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.
Driving - Not the once-in-a-freaking-blue-moon kind of drive. The everyday routine. Ah, gotcha!
Voting - The first time is exciting, but then you realise, you're still getting equally screwed. Loses its charm.
Wearing a suit - 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.)
Going to work - No comment.
Picking up the tab - 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.
Cooking - This one still haunts me. Everyday.
Being responsible - 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.
Sex - Although, this one I still seem to enjoy - but they say it happens. May I die before that.

Oh an eleventh, just struck me.

Death - 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.

Hello Ms. Palin

2008-09-01T04:40:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

If I could help it, the Republicans would have already won. (But Greg Palast already knows that)

If you want to know a little more about her, click here.

PS: If you are reading this Ms. Palin, may I have one cup of coffee with you? You can just talk. Please? :P

Thank You

2008-08-01T12:28:00.000-07:00

:-)

D-day. Good day. Not bad day. Happy day. Hoped it was different day. But thanked that it wasn't a different day.

But yes, thank you.

FOAD Thursday

2008-07-30T20:23:00.000-07:00

Most days start well. Apart from the waking up bit. And today was not special either.

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.

Good morning and welcome to FOAD Thursdays. If you don't know what FOAD Thursdays is, google it, because FOADT is now a health tip website. Or is it?

It's trying to tell me something, isn't it? Sorry little bastard of a day.

I HATE THURSDAYS!

Long time

2008-07-28T14:26:00.000-07:00

I 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.

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.

2. People don't use semi-colons. Not even when they mean semi-colons. It's unfair.

3. Is still an odd number and I don't like them too much.

4. I love her. I really do.

5. I finished something today.

6. I came home late. Made sandwiches for mom and me. Ate together and laughed. It's been a while since we did that.

7. I drove with the windows down. I liked it.

8. Relived a memory. Twice.

9. Smiled. Cried.

10. Touched an ice-cream to the back of my teeth.

It's not far away. So I am still waiting.

Good night.

SFX: Blip.

Wistful thinking

2008-03-06T12:50:00.000-08:00

Some people can act. But then some people have the opportunity. Or at least some people will do anything for that opportunity.

Shame on you, Neville. Shame on you.

...

2008-03-03T13:19:00.000-08:00

Never know pain till you have felt it. And once you have felt it, never describe it. Everyone's entitled to it.

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.
Everyone needs to know what it is like to be not heard. Not heard even when you scream in a crowded street.

To know what the phrase 'Love hurts' actually means.

To actually know what it takes to be 'different' in a normal world.

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.

To understand what it feels like to be never be understood, and when someone finally does, you don't understand them.

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.

To have dreams that will never come true.

Everyone is entitled to their share of pain.

Let them have it.

I've been tagged

2007-11-08T07:02:00.001-08:00

So the tag is about two weeks old now. And I am sorry Phish, but I did have a lot of work.

Now about the Meme 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.

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.)

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.

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?

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.

So who follows this one?

Afrin
Anumita
Menopausal Ballerina
Rahul

!

2007-09-30T00:08:00.000-07:00

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."

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.

It was true. It wasn't a dream. I hurt. I am wistful. And well awake.

"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."

World Champions

2007-09-24T11:59:00.000-07:00

INDIA - ICC World Twenty20 Champions.

Here's how

I am happy. No criticisms here. Hat's off. Take a Bow. *Claps hands profusely.*

Aahh Advertising

2007-09-15T07:38:00.000-07:00

My 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.

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?

Then I recall the great ads we have had.

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.

Now I wondered how do you deconstruct something as subjective as that. Yet the guys got it right each time over.

Like this.

And like this.

Till they fucked it up after this.

Then there is the other set, the vintage one.

And it's "Remix", which was brilliant and I don't think the firangs will ever get it. EVER.

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.

And still it never won internationally. Sad.

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.

(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.)

And this writer's dream got the agency fired in a sense.

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?

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.

So maybe this is the right advertising.

Maybe these spots are the ones that really work. All I can say is that even though I want to do spots like this.

And this must watch.

And a lot lot more. But then maybe this brand advertising really works.

I am just glad I work for an Indian advertising agency.

And if you have stayed through this post, then you need to see this one and remember it.

(Excuse the 80's colours.)

I love my job.

A smart tip

2007-09-15T05:05:00.001-07:00

It'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.

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/-.

The waiter brought back the change. One Rs. 100/- note. And two Rs. 50/- notes.

He must have thought it was subtle. Well, no it wasn't. But the sad part is, I still left a 50. AARGGGHH!!!!

Currently Listening - The Nightwatchman

2007-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:00

He 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.

I would recommend The Garden of Gethsemane, if you want to try one song before you get the album.

Just in case you're into piracy - Mininova has it.

Click here to read more about him. The Nightwatchman.

Humbled

2007-07-11T18:15:00.000-07:00

I 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

Give Mumbai a break

2007-06-30T01:37:00.000-07:00

Okay. I have had it. Really. I mean I am so pissed it's made me post after almost three months.

There are a few things that moronic journalists who aren't from Mumbai, should really understand.

The city is overpopulated. DUH! But that is not the only reason we are flooded.

Mumbai is an island. YES, you freaking geniuses.... we are detached from the mainland. Wish you would realise that.

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.

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.

There is something called the tide, which you studied in school, remember?

Yes, that is what controls the draining of Mumbai... not the CM or the BMC.

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.

Get a life... stop causing a panic in Mumbai. PLEASE.

Also, isn't the Mumbai rain really professional? I mean it rains awful only on weekends... Mumbaikars, you will know... :)

Erm

2007-03-29T13:10:00.000-07:00

I wish doctors understood the power they had. I wish they didn't take us for a ride.

I love you ma.

Oh my god, that's Helen Mirren

2007-02-25T17:20:00.001-08:00

Hello, Ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Oscar night.

Well, actually morning here. But I've always wanted to say that. Screw say it, I've always wanted one.

So, how many of you watched it?

I am starting to write this one at 6:30 am. Let's see if I can finish by the end.

But seriously, how do the British how do they speak so well. Helen Mirren is wearing Lacroix (Pronounced Lacraw).

You should have seen Star Movies' attempt to to a preview. They should just leave it to E!

See you after the show. Maybe.

Wedding Bells

2007-01-29T10:39:00.000-08:00

You know when weddings start getting scary? When the ones getting married, are your friends. It's scarier when they are younger to you.

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.

So all in all, a great wedding.

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.

There's something about porn!

2007-01-24T12:52:00.000-08:00

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.

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.

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.

What? It was one magazine that had to be shared among 25 guys.

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...

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.

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.

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.

This new MMS thingie is making us all voyeuristic without even realising it. It's scary.

What happened to good old Debbie does Dallas? Classic Erotica that encapsulated stories and was based on real life incidents. (And no, I am not talking about hot pizza delivery girls).

Wish someone could bring back the innocence of pornography (Not paedophilia). Yes, there is innocence in it. I've experienced it.

Let's 49-O the shit out of these guys.

2007-01-21T21:31:00.001-08:00

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.

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.

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".

Why should you go and say "I VOTE NOBODY"?

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.

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.

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.

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.

So either vote, or vote not to vote (vote 49-O). But go there, dammit.

Earth... We have a problem.

2007-01-21T10:11:00.000-08:00

You know what I just realised that we soon won't have any inspirations. No think about it, all are inspirations are dead, old or getting there. And I am not just talking films. I am also talking music, advertising, cooking, computers, sports and almost everything .

Amitabh Bachchan, Naseeruddin Shah, William Shakespeare, David E. Kelley, Metallica, Sting, Yan Can Cook, Van Gogh, Ralph Lauren, Rushdie, Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Marta Kaufman, Clint Eastwood, Pink Floyd, Sachin Tendulkar, Ang Lee, Beethoven, Yash Chopra, Ed Harris, Jack Lemmon, Jamie Glynhall, Sir Don Bradman, Yves Saint Lauren, Robert Ludlum, Al Pacino, Lady Di, Jim Morrison, Piyush Pandey, Pele, Margaret Thatcher, Neil French, Franz Kafka, Amar Bose, Mohandas K. Gandhi, Woody Allen, Robert DeNiro, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Emily Bronte, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, U2, Warren Beatty, Aamir Khan, Trevor Beattie, Mozart, Albert Einstein, David Droga, Laloo Prasad Yadav, Kevin S. Bright, Sylvia Plath, Sam Manekshaw, Samuel Beckett, Walter Zenga, Dustin Hoffman, David Abbot, Sean Penn, Mark Knopfler, Jeremy Irons, Martin Luther King, Meryl Streep, GNR, Douglas Adams, Jean-Luc Godard, Stephen Fry, Jack Nicholson, Martin Scorsesse, Tom Hanks, Shahrukh Khan, Mira Nair, Ratan Tata, Richard Dreyfus, Walter Matthau, you get the picture.

Not in that order obviously.

Now, I am no big Shahrukh fan, but the man's got his fans. One must respect that. And why Laloo, well because the guy turned a loss-making government venture into a profit making machine in one year, without reducing prices, cutting staff, schedules or even affecting traffic. He also gave a lecture to LSE about the same topic. If you have no idea what I am talking about, hit alt+f4 on your keyboard now. (Ah! How I love condescension.)

Coming back...

So you see, we have a problem.

Where is our inspiration going to come from? What is it that has not been done?

From the wheel in real life to the wheel in holographic 3-d imaging (if there is such a thing) has already been done. The classic films have been made, the ads made, the theories proved, disproved and the proved again, the books have written, the plays have been written, directed, performed, read and sometimes even by the same person.

So really what is left for us to do? What achievement is expected from our generation? And are we actually going to deliver it?

We have a few sparks but will they last? Will they do something as big as these guys? Because, everything they can do has already been done?

And if it hasn't the people will say given the circumstances, the technology, even our forefathers could have done it. So everything will be compared.

So unless someone cracks the actual value of pie, without a computer, we're fucked.

It's time for us to be the inspiration to a generation who doesn't read. We're fucked.

But it's time, none the less. All the best.

Hmmmm

2007-01-21T09:56:00.000-08:00

Stressed spelt backwards is desserts. Coincidence? I think not.

- Anonymous

Neville Uncle

2007-01-20T07:53:00.000-08:00

I was wearing a black t-shirt (left outside), jeans, sandals and I was carrying an Ego knapsack.

One little girl gets into the elevator and says, "Uncle, can you drop me to the second floor?"

I said, "Of course".

It only struck me after she got off that she had called me uncle. UNCLE.

I don't even know what to say. Damn, I guess it's the old age.

India's New Chief Justice...

2007-01-14T14:07:00.000-08:00

... is a dalit and supports reservations. What a surprise and what timing?

Coincidence, divine intervention or a political master-stroke? You decide.

Guru or Dhirubhai Ambani’s most expensive PR campaign

2007-01-12T13:03:00.000-08:00

The sad part is, that it might be effective. After all, it’s a Mani Ratnam film. And what a film it is. It’s got everything.

Style, twists, plots and a story line that’s actually made all of Gurukant Desai’s xfraudulent acts seem like an act of god.

Mani Ratnam has exposed ALMOST xall his nefarious deeds. And the end has sold the film out. You can so tell the end is force-fitted to meet the desires of the distributors.

You subtly let out hints that it’s based on Dhirubhai Ambani and set then a disclaimer right in the beginning to let everyone know that it’s a work of fiction and has no resemblance to anyone living or dead.

You let a word like that get out, and no disclaimer in the world is going to stop people from making the association. The attempts to make him a middle-class man are pathetic and so in-your-face, you wouldn’t miss it if you turned around.

And let’s just assume, that it truly was a work of fiction and the alleged inspiration was alleged by curious bystanders, then wouldn’t there be some resemblance in what they saw in the film and in the real Guru’s life before they made the allegation? That is one long, convoluted sentence.

Then promoted by adlabs, it stars Abhishek (who I must say has done a fantastic job) who’s dad is buddies with well, you know… and to add to that the they even take a pot-shot at their arch rivals. Who? See the movie, you’ll know.

It’s a brilliant film. Great performances. Ash has done a good job, but strictly by her standards and the rest of the caste, the direction, the script, the background score, etc. is EXCELLENT.

Now only if I had seen the film so soon, I could discuss events and incidents from it here. So please post your comments once you have seen the film so we can open this debate up a bit. And if you haven’t seen the movie, then don’t open the comments just yet.

PS: Mallika Sherwat is not hot.

PPS: Mithunda is back. What a performance!

Exercise in Bragging

2007-01-02T10:39:00.000-08:00

ok.

I am up on hoardings once again. It's for the Stan C marathon. It's all over. This is just an exercise in bragging...

Please please feel free complimenting me. It's for the benefit of those who haven't seen me at all or in while. Also for those who aren't in Mumbai.

Oh what the hell do it already.

Coming up, what I learnt in 2006 (Since everyone's supposed to do it.)

And by everyone I mean, Blogger's.

Random Thought No. 45639998755547458

2006-12-28T17:40:00.000-08:00

Doesn't the sound/ applause of a live audience move you to tears? It's just so beautiful.

PS: The number is as random as the thought.

I love my job

2006-12-26T17:57:00.000-08:00

No really I do.

I mean, it's 7:40 in the morning, as i type this post. I haven't slept a wink and it's because of work. What work? Well, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.

So yeah, basically was up working all night on... well something. Had you there, didn't I?

Now my job involves heavy duty writing. I am a copywriter, apparently. I still come home, do the regular chores and then instead of going to bed I start to post on this blog. Now that means more WRITING.

I am beginning to get the hang of this job of mine, but at the same time starting to lose focus on this post. So before I prove to myself why I get so little, I'll just stop writing.

So if I may borrow a baseline that's fitting, "Bring on the Day!"

Afterthought: Good going Australia, Warne in particular and very bad going India.

No idea why I suddenly thought of putting up that in this post. See I told the voices in my head that no matter how much I cushion it with the word afterthought, it'll still seem out of place.

Ah, maybe there's a lesson in copywriting.

No matter how much you like an idea or line, Neville, if it doesn't go with the campaign don't push it.

And it gets better. I am actually going to publish this.

Best of luck, Neville. No really.

Kabir Khan, take a bow!

2006-12-20T10:33:00.000-08:00

Well, he must.

Kabul Express. It's one of the boldest pieces of film making from India. The boldest list would include very few movies like Black Friday, Paanch, Satya, Bombay and the like. Bombay, if you ask why, then simply because of the time during which it was released. Nicely done.

But this post is not about them. This is about Kabul Express. A film about two people in post-war Afghanistan. It's not got stunts, songs or even great sets. But it's got guts. The writing, the moments. It's gripping.

We've finally pulled of a film where subtle humour, under-handed taunts have actually been executed successfully. There is no compromise and even if there is, it's not visible. It's a film made from the heart.

Thank you Mr. Yash and Aditya Chopra for producing this one. A big banner always helps. Maybe we see a break away YRF (Yash Raj Films, for the uninitiated) that will help support bold, independent gutsy scripts.

But once again, take a bow, Mr. Khan.

PS: Please watch the film in a theatre. We need to give this one revenue, so that producers don't nip scripts like these in the bud.

Boys will be boys

2006-12-19T09:50:00.000-08:00

Now before I start this post, I need to make one thing clear. I am NOT gay. I have been accused of being gay. But I am NOT.

You will see the relevance of this remark at the end of the post.

Why is it so difficult for men to talk about their feelings? No I am NOT gay.

I mean think about it. Two male best friends will talk about sports, women, sex, movies, old times, but will never utter to each other a word about hoe much the other person means to them.

I guess it's all unsaid. Today I had one of those confessing days. A day where we discussed the intimate details of why we are like this and dropped the macho-ness. Didn't mean we cuddled, held hands or took windy walks. It just meant we talked.

It felt weird, coz I've always been closer to women. This time it was different.

And ya, this guy is a real good friend.

Let's keep it that way, what say? Let's spit shake on it.

Now where's that monster truck race, on what channel.

Read first two lines again. Please.

Musing

2006-12-14T05:39:00.000-08:00

No man will ever know love like a woman's first love.

DHOOMED

2006-12-09T12:11:00.000-08:00

I know it sounds like a cheap headline from The Times of India. It has to be. See, I was told to leave my brain at the entrance of the theatre. I did that. But I think my brain was so scared it fled.

There even my sense of humour is gone.

See, Dhoom... no actually don't. Ok, let's start over. I saw Dhoom 2. It's bad... I mean it's so bad that it would put most movies like YEH MAJDHAR to shame. (Yes, i have seen a lot of trash.)

Ok, the stunts are superb, ilogical, but superb... the rest of it is awful. I mean, Uday *I'm so lucky* Chopra... man, what is he? He won't be able to act, if Al Pacino taught him to, forget Mr. Gadhvi.

Then there is Bips, who's squint was spined into a BEAUTY Squint by the press. There is no such thing as a beauty squint. It's not pretty. NEVER. NO..... NO.... NO. Ya so Bips, who is undoubtedly lost a whole lot of weight, but is still NOT looking good and yes, has a squint.

Ash. No man. Not looking good. can't act still... and I seriously think needs another set of eyebrows. Watch the movie, you'll know what I mean.

Abhishiek, what's wrong with you man. You don't look cool. Don't you think so? Do you really think Abhishiek can carry off cool? He may be hot and all, but he ain’t cool. I can't see him on a bike, for example, let alone do a stunt on a water-scooter.

Hrithik, Thank You for saving us. You saved the movie. Makes you wonder why he did Krishh.

Ok, now I’m off to look for my brain. Seems to have gone real far. Probably plans to get in once all my thoughts are off D2. See, my humour is still not back.

P.S.: Can you sue a producer for emotional trauma?

Random thought

2006-12-03T10:34:00.000-08:00

being able to survive it...
... doesn't mean it was ever ok.

The Name's Shah, Neville Shah

2006-11-26T02:47:00.000-08:00

Just sounds so cool man. Only if I had said it first.

Every time I watch a Bond film, at the end of it, for some godforsaken reason, I feel like Bond. First, comes the walk. The really hyper rabbit-footed Neville metamorphosed into this cool gentleman. Upright, on the look-out and just as confident.

Then out comes the accent. All of a sudden, I get accent. It's not an accent, it's just that all of a sudden I enunciate.

Then I drive. And it's not just any drive, it's the drive of a 'double O'. Smooth. My meagre Santro transforms itself into my very own Aston Martin. It's like I suddenly have a License to Kill. (Ok sorry. Bad Pun.)

Ok, so I saw Casino Royale. Not your regular James Bond flick. you cool cars, cooler chases, hot chicks, hotter gadgets, cool moves and cooler dialogues.

Ok I take the last one back. This had some really cool lines. Very Bond.

But this Bond was cold. He falls in love. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Bond isn't supposed to fall in love. Not only that, no car chases. What that? That's not Bond car chase. Then there is a lot more to it.

Daniel Craig, finally the first truly English Bond. After a Scot, Welsh, AUSTRALIAN and Irish. So yeah, you see where I am going.

Bottomline. I like the film in isolation. Don't do this again to Bond. And oh yeah, Mr. Craig Jolly Good Show. I'll give you another chance.

I know he doesn't care. But it's my blog. So ding da da ding da da ding da da ding. Tanataaaanaaaa tanata. It's the text version of the Bond theme. Maybe I should copyright it. Aah! there's a thought.

Cyber Nations

2006-11-18T00:19:00.000-08:00

Wild, ain't it? I mean I have my own country. You can run it into the ground or even drive it to the most successful nation in the world. It also makes for some wild conversation. Just the other day i was talking to a fellow ruler (AAAH! See,it's nice isn't it?) about how I just bought my first bank and i did get afew heads spin.... You seee what I mean... Visit it. You will get addicted.

www.cybernations.net

To her

2006-10-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

You alone have restored my faith in Humanity... Thank You.

Men are truly from Mars.

2006-10-21T22:50:00.000-07:00

No really.. i think Logic escapes us. It's true.. try sweeping and mopping the floor and you'll know what i mean.

Mom's Rock

2006-10-19T04:34:00.000-07:00

Now don't they? And if you want proof, trying doing what they do. And I don't mean... cooking, cleaning, serving, washing and folding... I mean that’s there...but I’m talking about doing what they do and doing it the way they do it.

You see my mom's been unwell lately and I have been managing the house... now i, by most standards, am phenomenally clean... oft I have been referred to as, maniac, squeaky and various other names that aren’t very flattering. Especially, if you have been beaten up for trying to clean a loo at 6 in the morning when your roommates are asleep.

So ya… you know what I am talking about...

Meanwhile... my mom has this uncanny, yet very very welcome, knack of making sure my tea is on the table, as soon as I am done brushing. It’s almost clockwork... And the few times she gets it wrong, she is profusely apologetic. I know... she just loves me...

So ya... I tried doing everything she does in the morning before she leaves for work... I took three days...

You see it’s not a woman thing... it’s a mom thing... u can only achieve this if you're a mom... teaching, cleaning, cooking... they're always in present continuous....

You know what maybe the best mother's day gift would be what we do on teacher's day... Do all their work and let them rest.

This one is to all moms: Hats off.

And to mine: Get well soon. I love you.

How true

2006-10-01T10:47:00.000-07:00

I know that you can love me, when there's no one else to blame. - I know what you mean Axl.

She is here

2006-08-30T03:16:00.000-07:00

My new 32" Samsung LCD TV. With DNIe. Isn't she hot. Put up better pics soon.

I love her. And for those wondering why should she be a her. Coz, SHE is mine.

A dedication

2006-08-27T11:15:00.000-07:00

Everytime I read somthing you write, I fall in love with you letter by letter.

Tagged!

2006-08-27T10:33:00.000-07:00

Borrowed tag from dundee.

"So, this is what you're supposed to do.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people."

"We shall have strawberries for pudding. Yes. A mountain of strawberries. Tedward!" Michael's bruisingest bear-hug. "I heard." Outstretched arms, shoulders raised, like Christ crucified.

Suddenly you could see that Christ's stance on the cross was in fact no more than a great middle-European Jewish shrug: "I'm being crucified, my mother's at the foot of the cross and she's maoning that I'm not wearing a fresh loincloth. Oi!", that kind of shrug. The kind of gentiles can't do. I took it to refer to my dismissal from the rag.

- The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry.

Tagging...
Veda, Shagun, Aroon, Sanjana and Trilok.

In Praise of Nice Girls Everywhere

2006-08-27T10:08:00.000-07:00

Like I promised. This is the article that i promised i'd put up from my friend's blog who promised to write it.

Here it is.

This one is for the nice girls.

Nice girls who will always remain ‘a good friend’. Nice girls who are ‘just one of the guys’. Nice girls who get punched on the arm (because they’re just one of the guys), but never get kissed on the cheek. Or anywhere else.

This is for the women who talk of women’s lib but are secretly too shy to actually ask a guy out. And who must haplessly watch him being asked out by a girl, who’s I.Q. is about as high as her neckline (which, in case you missed the point, usually isn’t too high). This is also for those girls who can never summon up the courage to tell a guy, that they think he’s the best thing since sliced bread. And who will continue to think that while the guy in question flirts shamelessly with them in a half-assed attempt at making a completely different girl jealous. This is in honour of girls who give roses on Rose Day, but never get one back in return. The ones who have to resort to dropping hints in order to get asked out but, (since men are men and wouldn’t take a hint unless it showed up naked on their doorstep bearing apple pie) who never get asked out anyway. This is in salutation to the girls who prefer playing hard to get, and who wonder why all the nice guys are dating women who play not-hard-to-get-at-all. This one is for the girls who’ve been repeatedly told that they’re smart and cute and desirable – just not by the guys they actually care for. This is a voice for women who appreciate that under the macho-man-randy-savage testosterone drive, most guys are not too bad, as friends or as anything else, and who don’t honestly want to be put on a pedestal and be worshipped for thinking so.

This is a tribute to girls who never have doors held out for them, never have chairs pulled for them, and never complain about it. This is for women who’d happily split the bill with a friend, boyfriend, husband if only they’d had one. And if only he’d let them. This is in defence of women who give tentative hugs out of the fear that they might send the ‘wrong signals’, who never drink too much at parties so they’d never have to be ‘cared for’ and who never, ever misbehave. And this is also for the girls who still stay friends with girls who openly flirt with their boyfriends, but who’d never dream of stealing their best friend’s boyfriend, even if he’s their intellectual soulmate. Because they’re nice girls and nice girls don’t do that sort of thing.

What nice girls do is get stood up, ditched and taken for granted. Nice girls get to be the friendly ear, someone to crib about ex-girlfriends, present girlfriends and women in general. Nice girls get to be doormats, someone whose house you can use to throw a surprise party for your girlfriend, and who’s left to clean up after you go to drop your girlfriend home. Nice girls get to be someone you kiss when you’re too drunk to notice and someone who’ll accept your profuse apologies the next morning. Nice girls get to grow up believing the Cinderella story, the Ugly Duckling story and all the stories their boyfriends tell them about why they’re getting calls from ex-girlfriends in the middle of the night.

This, dear nice girls, is for every time a guy told you that “any guy would be lucky to have you” and you wished he’s stop saying that considering he wasn’t doing the having bit himself. This is also for all the times you’ve watched your crush ogle at women whose idea of socializing involves high-pitched giggles and cleavage-baring antics. This is for all the hours of knock-knock jokes, breast jokes, beer jokes, women jokes, feminist jokes and dead baby jokes, of being a ‘sport’, being a ‘pal’, being the only one in the group not salivating over the Playmate of the Month, or not having any kind of Mortal Kombat score to discuss. This is for every time you wanted to but couldn’t stop being sensible, for every fun thing you didn’t do because it seemed ‘inappropriate’, every guy you pined for because he was, in some odd way or other, “off limits”. This is for every time you wondered what the hell was wrong with you, if you set off an allergic reaction in men and if that wasn’t the case then why all the men in the world have to have such a lousy taste in women.

The worst part of this story, girls, is that eventually most men look out for someone they can take home to mommy. Oh they’ll shake their heads and laugh it off if you ever suggest it, but deep down that’s what they really want. Eventually. While they’re secretly fantasizing about lingerie models, the only one they’ll really consider marriage material is the girl-next-door variety. Someone who needn’t exactly be a chef extraordinaire, Salma Hayek’s twin or winner of the Nobel Prize for Astrophysics. But also someone who won’t embarrass the shite out of them by quaffing beer, flirting with their cousins at family get-togethers or insisting on dirty dancing with them in public. In other words, a ‘nice’ girl. And till men in general are hit by the proverbial bolt of lightning that, by god, she’s the one I’ve always been looking for, your destiny is to live down the injustice, the humiliation, the heartache and the suffering. Go ahead, just do what you do best. Be nice.

Nice Guys... vindication is coming!

2006-08-14T05:39:00.000-07:00

Got this article from a friend's blog who stumbled across this article on the net. She also promises to write a rejoinder for Nice Girls one of these days. And i promise to put that up too. Promise.

Ode to the Nice Guys

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside
the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted.

The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single. So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

Why?

2006-07-28T14:48:00.000-07:00

I stay up late, I have no idea why. There is no real point is there. What I really want, I'll never get. Will the dream even notice that I am awake, coz I am to scared to dream it.

How?

2006-07-28T14:46:00.000-07:00

did the writer succumb to the influence of money?

To Dad

2006-07-22T14:18:00.000-07:00

I was reading one of my favourite ads the other day. For the initiated, it’s the "To dad" ad for Chivas Regal, by David Abbott. For the uninitiated, this is the ad. Click it to read it.

Now this ad brings more than a tear to my eye every time I read it. I wonder why. It’s strange. You see I have never kept a picture of my dad, mostly because I didn't want to recognise the fact that I used to have a dad at all. Children with parents like mine come up with hundreds of ways to deal with the drama that comes with them. We have defence mechanisms, avoidance methods… all to protect ourselves and our sanity from the very person who's blood runs through our veins. Sometimes I worry that I may someday have to protect myself from myself.

I don't want to believe that his ways could be inherited, I don't want to believe that I have his eyes, his chin, or his voice… because if I acknowledge that, I may never be able to look in a mirror again.

So while the rest of the world is having picnics or enjoying a nice lunch or dinner in celebration of all the wisdom, love and genes that their fathers passed on to them, I'm having my dinner, writing this and praying I don't ever turn into the person who was my father.

Hello Free Speech

2006-07-22T13:56:00.000-07:00

I am glad I can post again...

Mumbai's Spirit

2006-07-22T13:32:00.000-07:00

So what were they thinking when they decided to block blogs for a couple of days... who did they get and what miraculous evidence did they gather from the 0-1 binary coding of the internet really?

They have done the crime people... They have finished posting their messages, bombing the targets and left. So what are you doing blocking blogs now? Besides, there are other blog servers that exist. They were working just fine. And I was happy.

Now, the problem is this... you have way too many people in the top spots in the government today who don't love the city coz it's not their own... Once you "transfer" cops like Daya Naik, who might have made his share of money, but has sure encountered a hell lot of anti-social elements... that's what they deserve... To die. I mean seriously, you fight for the right of someone who's sole purpose in to take away your life, Mr. Social worker? The only way these thick skinned, brain washed delinquents will open their mouth, is if they are arrested under POTA and flogged.

You have transferred anyone who has loved the city, right from Justce Odumbe Patil to Daya Naik and several other officials who, if they had the information, would have never let this happen. And that’s simply because of one reason. They have contacts. They’ve spent years developing them and with one phone call, for your selfish motives, you transfer them.

We Mumbaikars are left with a government that is helpless. How can a city that is made for 1 million people hold 10 million? How can its infrastructure last? Why should we blame the government for the rain and the floods?

If you want to blame the government blame the central government. After the floods, Mumbai was promised a huge some of money by our honourable prime Minister. Then at the budget, our not so honourable finance minister did not sanction that money. The money for the highest tax paying city in the country. In fact, the money was used on some development crap, for the Hyderabad Cyber City Highway project.

The commercial hub’s restoration fund was used for road development for a project that isn’t even up yet. It gets better. When the tsunami happened in the southern part of India, Maharashtra donated the highest amount of money. Government employees’ one-day salaries were cut to collect the money. And what did we get in return. Nothing but “Mumbai has a great spirit”. Spirit, my black ass. It’s been forced to get back on its feet. Forced by necessity and hope.

After the blast, Kerela donated money. The government said but it would have to be used only for the Keralites that were affected. Our government Refused saying we aren’t communal… I am so proud. But me thinks, therein lies the problem. Let’s become selfish.

Who am I kidding, we are from Mumbai, we have that "spirit" remember?

Isn't it cool

2006-07-22T13:26:00.000-07:00

What is? This random Surrealism generator, that i got... I saw it on a friend's blog and thought i must put it up... You want experience it's true power... on a lazy day... visit my blog and keep refreshing. you will cheer up.. trust me. Provided if it's there of course.

Nice Sunday

2006-07-16T10:24:00.001-07:00

It truly has been... after a long time... Well, at least upto now.

It began with a fairly early morning. Not one of those Sundays where you get up at lunch... Went to Manori... great place... better food and the best place to unwind, even if you are working. BELIEVE ME.

The only bitch about it was... ya there had to be something that wasn't right, it's my life afterall... The beach was dirty... now most of you might think that coming from Bombay (Mumbai, as the case may be), i should be used to it... well... I am, but i dont expect one when i head out of the city. Why oh why, can't people use bins... but then that is like asking aliens, why do they have to use anal probes... uh? that didn't make much sense... but it's my blog and i shall write what I jolly well please. If you don't like it, then read someone else's... Unless of course, you want to finish reading about my day...

Couldn't do it, could you? I am just that good... Ok, now I am pushing it.

And if you are still with me, then hats off or Sorry... depending on bored or... well how bored you are... don't see any other reason...

So, ya why can't they use bins... the beach is beautiful, the sun better, the wind, the company, the drive, the rain... everything, just about everything is perfect and then you shudder to step on the beach, because it's dirty and cheap men... Which isn't too much of a problem in my case...But the girls, ya... that's an issue.

So then I drive back... head out to in orbit to watch a movie... don't get tickets, so I eat dinner and then decide to step into Crossword...and i went mad....

I BOUGHT.....HOLD YOUR BREATH.... NINE BOOKS. I am soooooooooo thrilled.

Now I shall start reading... so good night and go back to whatever it is you were doing before you started reading this.

Ah, Sunday, What a funday.

Ctrl Z

2006-07-15T14:47:00.000-07:00

Another one of those options that would be great in reality.. Could be used for a bad haircut, a hangover, a bad relationship or even to cure death... Imagine the grim reaper having to face to the utility of Ctrl Z. I mean, he would have gone through all this effort to plan your death.. got you into an accident and after you crash, your buddy goes, oops Ctrl Z... So now here is your assignment. If you were the Grim Reaper how would you tackle the power of Ctrl Z...

Now only if you wish you hadn't read this post and wasted time... Oops! the Ctrl Z doesn't work does it? See what I mean.

Read This. Just had to borrow it.

2006-07-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbour's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
8. Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
13 Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.
14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and Put it back in your pocket.
16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
17. Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a 'Dark Side', and it holds the universe together.
18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.
20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need It.
21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative
on the same night.

Crtl F

2006-07-13T13:11:00.000-07:00

Wouldn't it be nice if you could Ctrl F in your cupboard, when you are actually looking for something.... Seesh! Reality Sucks.

Thank You Mr. Murphy

2006-07-13T12:17:00.000-07:00

Well.. let's face it.. today wasn't one of the best days of my life... It began with a bad dream.. then a thought that i am tooo scared to recount.. and then the early morning ritual fight with mi ma... then with... ahem ahem... er... well... ya u get the point... then i get to work... not to bad i say to myself until I start getting work, attending meetings and discover how just another one of my weekends is going to be spent along with the maintenance staff and a couple of other colleagues...

Cut to 5:30 pm.. The fights have escalated.. both mind you and now the prodigal son has to go to pick up medical reports... These will decide the fate of mi ma's health, which hasn't been very good lately, hence the tests.. i guess you figured that.. no one randomly takes tests.. if they do they have too much money, in which case they can give it to me or they have way too much time, in which case they can do the same... so enough meandering.. coming back...

I head to get these tests and then i get a call that have to meet someone... bad dream just became reality... Fight two gets enters round three.

Now, on my way to collect these tests, i end up crashng my car... wow!!!! Thank you... as if I needed this.... you see i havent had any excitment in the last 20 mins... Now the accident was only the beginning. This anal prick who scratched my baby gets out of his IMPORTED FUCKING SUV ( which makes me feel so guilty) and well starts to yell... now, c'mon, what'd did you expect him to do.. hug me... if you do then please stop watching Radio mirchi ads...

Resuming.... He tells to me drive ahead so he can, and i quote "RAM", from the back so that i can claim insurance.... what a prick..the anally retentive arsehole, hope his groin is infested with the fleas from the corpse of a decaying camel.... ahhhh!!! that felt good...

As i drove ahead, obviously leaving behind the anally retentive bastard (pun not intended, seriously)... a cop catches me for talking on my.... hold your breath... MY HANDSFREE... while driving.. since when did that become against the law.. screw it... i paid him the fine and moved on...

Moving on.... I pick up the tests... haven't opened them yet... finish off the dreaded nightmare, which went off well, i thought....i came to office... opened the tests and TADAAAAHHHH. it's not a good thing....so wont talk about it...

Now as i come home to the parking lot.. i look for a safe parking spot... and BANG.. into a pot hole goes my tyre again... I say again coz it happened thrice before.. so 4 puny men... including me... decided to lift a car whose engine, probably weighs more than the four of us put together.

now get home.. continue fight one... worry about ma's health.. and for those you know me.. stress aint to good for me.. so ya ouch... now i will try to sleep.... but first i have to talk to those voices in my head.. u know i think it was beacuse it was the 13th... so till tom then...

Writing this felt nice... am happier now... i think... let's see.. but ya Mr. Murphy, here's what i'd like to tell you...BRING ON THE DAY.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

2006-06-18T04:04:00.000-07:00

Ok. So now what?

What do I say? it's my first post. Actually, I am still just trying shit. I am writing this stuff so at least I can have one post. You see, it's been a while since I have had a blog, but actually had a post on it. ne of them even expired, coz i had just not visited them. Which would make it seem like i am all busy and all or just don't like to write. Well, the latter is out of the question, else i wouldn't bother having ablog, but the former may have some truth in it.

Okay, fine. I am just lazy. There i said it. you happy now.

Now i think i should go and continue to try experimenting on this site.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday.