Saturday, September 18, 2010
Get out there !!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Johnson's Baby Ad
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I know a gal
She puts the color inside of my world
Shez just like a maze
And she frowns, at every wrong step I take.
Its weird, how she makes me feel a winner
And the very next day,
I feel I m grossly inadequate.
She , has her own rules
But then my heart , she rules
I can get sad about how she behaves
But then, i don't have a say
She, She has a smile
Ohh wat a smile
Ohh wat a smile
I cud go on for a while.
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
Shez just like a maze
And she frowns, at every wrong step I take.
Oh she frowns , a lot of times.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Open up..
A perfect ending to what started as a creative adventure.
I learned some amazing things I would never learn.
Worked with some very creative and gifted people.
Learned some harsh lessons and identified some critical shortcomings in myself.
But most importantly (and ironically), in this quest to unearth the digital world, I fell in love with something centuries older : Theatre.
This brings me to the topic of this post.
Be open. You never know what will come your way.
Learn. Unlearn. Relearn.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Superpowers
I remember the days when we played for hours
When we were young, we thought we had superpowers.
We climbed the trees, with our pichkari gun,
Shot every passer by, we always won.
We had our cycles and we rode them all day
Did all the stunts, although we'd fall each day.
A footbal or a cricket bat was all we needed for the summers.
Tie the ball in a sock,increase the stroke for endless hours.
Jump in the puddles, run in the rain
have the dirtiest clothes: no regrets, no shame.
Throw some talc on the floor, and wow we could slide
Stand infront of the fan, and we could fly and glide.
I remember the days when we played for hours
When we were young, we really had Superpowers.
(Inspiration : Raine Maida - Yellow Brick Road)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Conversations with me - 1
I often talk to myself.. well I should put it this way to avoid people thinking I m crazy.
Hence rephrasing.. I often Think
I thought of this distant memory today while waiting for a bus that never came..
My classmate Asheem and me were supposed to go to this college and promote our college Rock Show..
Cutting it short.. Sell Tickets.
So we went to this college SIMC.. Like any other Symbi Campus, there were some 2-3 more colleges there.
It was afternoon time, where do we find lot of people ? Cafeteria !!
So we went to the cafeteria and there are like 100 students out there having lunch..
Nervous.. How do we get their attention ? Make that perfect Sales Pitch..
I m thinking about what to do and I keep mentally agreeing to this line I read somewhere..
“Sales, thou art a merciless bitch”
So finally I have an idea.. I tell it to Asheem, with no other idea, we go ahead with it.
So we walk in confidently in the Cafeteria.
Find a spot. Climb on the table. People can see us now.
And we start singing.. Na na na naa naa .. na na na naa naa.. (Tune from Rock on ! )
We make our announcement then.
Result : Not a single person contacted us.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Walk and Rest
It's how it has been for years
And shall be for the rest.
Your walk for some miles
And then you rest.
There's dark after day
And pause after play
Those who sit at a desk,
Run in the gym or a park
And ones who toil all day
Lay down before the dark
If there's just work
or even just rest
You'll soon leave
to make way for the rest.
(Felt nice writing a child like poem.
Why grow up :) )
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
TPoH
So i ask him,
why do u do this all
he scratched his head..
as if thinking.. but he knows
he knows exactly.
what he goes through..
He is lazy
but still he wakes up early somedays
he goes against his wishes
he lets it go
whats another hour gonna hurt neone ha ?
so he go through that extra hour.
all throught that hour
he wishes,
wishes it did hurt someone
and he could go
even the last few mins of that hour
he could go and do his thing
his thing
what he wants to do
but he stays the whole hour
hell, he stays a couple of mins more.
Ok so he's supposed to feel good
so he smiles
may be fake smile
but he is smiling
But theres a thing about fake smiles
after a time,
they just stop lasting.
But then theres mathematics
100 fake smiles is greater
than 1 real tear right..
so lets go on.
lets start from the top
all over again
but wait why did this all start?
aah the question
why does he do this all
its simple, same as everybody
The pursuit of happiness.
Friday, February 26, 2010
I feel good
I had a nice sleep.
I had a good breakfast with some nice people.
I took my time with how I spend my morning.
I listened to some good music.
I got some chores done.
I have no where to be where I don't wanna be all day.
I took bath. I am wearing comfortable clothes and I smell great.
I have some amazing thoughts in my head.
I have wonderful people around me to share this good day.
I am happy J
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I see stuff...
I see "wake up sid" and " 3 idiots".
I see children more sure about what they want to do.
I see people wanna be designers and not engineers.
I see people throwing away IT jobs.
I see a banker, a writer, a singer - all in one person.
I see parents more liberal.
I see the left brain conquered.
I see the right brain being sharpened.
I see a new India.