Back after a while to see changes Gallore

 So glad to be back with the calmness of writing. Feel strong to see that I finally overcame all that was holding me back from reaching here.  things have been so overwhelming that I don’t know where I Forgot about what keeps me happy. However, I think these are excuses, probably I did not talk to myself and got lost in the ocean of the mundane trivia of life and work.

 It’s so wonderful to see what I was as reflected in the blogs that I have written few years back. Today, after all the hard work and the busy schedules which led to I have attained, I feel I have grown I have really learnt the ropes of life  but that something which I see I had when I read my earlier posts is missing today in me.  well, everything comes with a cost.

 In fact,I had been trying to write past few days but I was unable to login.  I was caught by surprise when I was trying to enter and write the blog on my blog spot because There was no entry point to do a new post. That triggered me to read and find out on Google as to what would have happened and then I see posts that say that blogspot.com has been owned by Google to be known as blogger.com Not  sure if the information  is correct but this is what I understand and I finally got through and I am able to write again and I am very happy about it. Well this post is going to be a short note because it should just capture my delight of getting back to writing which I am determined to continue and take ahead. I’ll keep coming back and that too very regularly till then good night for tonight.

A long day at work awaits tomorrow. Sigh

A contemporary tale of role - reversal (Do not Kill the Tigers)

When it waits for its mother in the night, the country stares at its
statistics with the numbers spiraling down with each passing day. The
baby tiger loves its mother like any other living being but it is just
another species which lacks that affinity or probably is blinded by the
worldly lust of money. Had there been a time machine, William Blake could have
been approached and ordered for critical changes in his masterpiece where
he talks about the National animal of the country-
‘*Tiger Tiger* burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What *immortal* hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Immortal of William Blake’s masterpiece was never before so
mortal at the hands of the mortals of this world. Tigers in our country are on the verge of extinction today with only a few in number left to be killed. The
expression might sound immensely exploitative but the present state of affairs cannot be described in a better way. The ecosystem once allowed the
tigers to be carnivorous and there was a time they used to eat men. These
would have hardly known that their natural behavior would be
so fiercely imbibed by their co-animals, social in nature called Human beings.

The constant poaching of tigers in our country is representing an example of role reversal and had the mother tigress come back to its baby waiting for
her, she would have told it a story which would start vaguely like this- ‘once upon a time there was a tiger who lived under the constant fear of
being poached by men… Men are dreadful beings and all tigers have to try and
their lives from them…..’

With the hope that the baby tiger’s wait will end when it finds its
mother back home to tell it a fairy tale, I urge you all to do your bit to stop that number from dipping down further - a meager *1411*.

maa

Although her bones are weak , her heart has proved its mettle..
Her sight weak but her vision has given me direction

Never dresses up according to my taste but she has the most beautiful look,
Calm and mostly mum, her face is an open book.
Looks killingly cute when looses cool
Feels if she’s so, how can I be such a fool
It’s a mystery to explore her pain
Has got an amazing charm though apparently a plain-jane
From attire to food to being penny wise
She is my ever encouraging guide….
Just can’t imagine it, and if ever have to
Life without her will be an ugly surprise!!!!

‘My mummy Sweet mummy’
You are the best mother
My mummy cute mummy,
you make me feel so better’(source unknown)

Always an inspiration at an unending length
I confess my mom is my weakness
but also my strongest strength !
Bestowed by her on my wretched soul
I owe this life to her
Reverence unlimited, I love maa more than this and All !!

of Late

Never knew I am such a loner. I never enjoyed those messy gatherings though. All the speed has brought it to a standstill, life for me has turned out to be a series of decisions with dreams dwindling ; and these aforesaid set of words adorn my gtalk status message space these days from the point where they start making sense. Off-late life taught me the art of expecting the unexpected. Off-late it informed me about all my dreams , perhaps I always took them for granted before. off- late it made them look so difficult to come true.
I remember how i had completely forgetten every problem in an attempt to live up with th speed. It went fast but only to bring it to a hault. Had thought of gifting him big from my first salary although maa has always been my favourite when it comes to gifts and myself as a whole but this time wanted to make him feel special and believed he would like it. He always does ...DID when bhaiya brings..brought those new pairs. Offlate life intimidated me that I was two months late for that, August 's two months away from october (placement time) till when he chose not to wait.
Offlate life taught me punctuality but the schedule was never intimated. Now, I know I am the defaulter without knowing the deadlines which I had to stick to...The punishment is the harshest of all which I got in my lifetime. I lost him Off-late......

'A Sinema on Sunday and no one's away'

'Sasho, how can you you not watch a movie like DDLJ?' I screamed. The other day when sasho with his trademark sarcastic smile for things he finds worthless told us that he has not seen the modern classic of hindi cinema, I went furious(discount the mild exaggerations). We are communication students and what a shame not to have seen DDLJ. Now, sasho has to bear with the torture and there was no escape......
I was waiting for today, Sunday, Sinema and Sony a perfect mix to bring us all together. We all sat before the TV screen and it became a little too many for the sofa to accomodate all of us, I never was at the mercy of it though. Safely seated on the ground the only trouble was Nimit's disguised bullies which appeared to me to be coming from him fetching him end number of slaps but actually were extended by sheshadri with love. And nothing interesting with it, however for these guys, I really managed overpowering Karan Johar cinematic creativity in DDLJ with my dissertation visuals on the laptop. Just to mention I am working on 'nudity in advertising'.
Kajol is fat and Indian in the movie. And there were usual discussions of why do women have to be slim to be called beautiful, with doses of mathewism coming from here and there. Vibha could not hold her excitement with every frame in the movie and sasho his sarcasm, Unnu should also have been around. And then came ' 'zara sa jhoom loo main... ssssss Thandi Thandi pawan..'and we rushed to bring our dinners upstairs competing with our vocal chords to prove our respective spoofing talents. The family gathering continued with still an hour left for the movie. The photography ritual followed and how can one dare miss me in the picture; I had to be there, so a number of them had to be clicked. The gtalk status messages flaunted our familial bonds and we were so proud. The funny insights, the lovely feelings and the nasty comments- 'Now we know from where does Karthik draw his inspiration for those aammn...hmnn ns.. courtesy shahrukh' these guys have never missed an opportunity to pull one's leg.

Although our knowledge restricts but I happily go against the Market Research Society of India, and commit this mistake to call ourselves a FAMILY. Together we fall to get up and checkout another sunday blockbuster, meanwhile placements need our little attention..hehehe...

Tuf Times when A 'Place meant' (small cubicle is what we r fighting for!)

Eclectica, the placement team when grudges the cribbings we bitch. We don't have better things to do anyway when all the ignorance is turning out to be bliss for most of those placed so far. The rejections , the selections but please dont talk about the awaited results. Only I know how I have longed the prefix WIZ. before my name only to wait forever for the phone call which never ringed on my rarely on ringing mode mobile. So many make it and so many screw however everyone has his/her own way of expressing the joy and annoyance. Nimit doesnt eat out of happiness when he becomes the Euro champ and a few shun eating because they sincerely want to make it( if at all starving could help). And when all the hope is hooked on a newcomer(new company) its karthik who applies and we know its a goodbye from the prospective guest. Unexpectedly, he speaks these days and starts his day with Media Planning instead of Good Morning! Can't help it because one day while on phone he suddenly realised that he was born to be a media planner and veritably so...the person on the other side was the head of media planning from Times Private Treaties ;)/
CSR for Mohit, Film marketing for Archit, Digital for Sasho and for me its Branding. We see placements comes to us with varied countenances. Can you believe this ,it had become digital for me when I presented myself as a dedicated blogger in one interview. What metamorphosis ! We have almost mastered camouflaging better than the chameleons do.
Kotler , I thought would come handy but the knowledge in hand hardly comes out in the closed room where my prime focus boils down to cover up the self papable fumbling in my voice. Tyroo was interesting with the glass in hand and for it, the task to brand in hand. I had forgotten all my branding gyan which I keep disseminating amongst my colleaugues. 'We call it 'Gallasy' and because of the high association of a glass with water , it has to be water which is the tool for throwing the brand appeal. 70% of our body is made up of water so the punchline should be...Know 70% of youself go for gallasy' I said when was asked by the sardar uncle in the interview to prove my claim of being creative. Later found it stupid, however couldnt think of anything better than that then.
These are the times when the Mind goes for a six to put us in a fix. Together we strive to make a place ...its the way forward from positioning to a Position, wish did not have to struggle with this damn recession!

Stone's throwaway is my 'Home away from Home'

Early in the morning at 9'o clock,

I leave my 'Home sweet Home'

for another Abode....

Greeted by ovals first, later come

a few smiles too

Nothing other than work-

No play, no fun, no song

for this place is true

There come, many others like me,

Some have to carry and others

find it at the end of their 'from home journey';

Never should these machines stop

We call them here desktop and laptop.

Many rules and embedded discipline,

You have to be on time and tidy and clean.

I am sincere, I work and apply my creativity,

After all its e-Shakti to have transparency and Accountability.

Some sweet buddies and a boss ambivalent,

but of late I realised he's also benevolent.

Midday meals when my tiffin travels,

Across the hall where we all sit together.

Posters, pamphlets, poems and plenty of color,

There's a notice board which these all or one of them jewel.

Bad net and 'daylong powercut' surprise

Can't acknwledge more that its a blessing in disguise..

Cruel work never allows me to play

but Powercuts bring Happy Day !!!

With no 'task to complete' around,

I reuse some trash paper to

Freely pour my heart down !

Here, I spend my day from morning to dawn

My office is my new 'Home away from Home'

---- Veena