"Glow signs!" I exclaimed! "bloody glow signs -its what we'll do!".
I looked at someone who is probably the most important person in my life right now - Mr.S- a world-weary businessman who also doubles up as my distributor in his less-sane
frames of mind. We were discussing some brand signage formats -basically my company name in font size 17,745 - for our village dealers. The kind of paradoxes and existential issues for our business the last phrase raises are worth peering into, in fact, the entire business is a bit questionable,if you ask me, but considering I chucked up obscene dollar money to do this, I am perhaps less than adequate as a rational questionee.
"Glow signs?" Mr. S. mutters. "Glow signs? in villages that are lucky if they have a cock and a lame buffalo to distract them?" He's gettin' that look again in his eye, and I am about to tell him as much. "Where do you think you are retailing? Bangkok? or MG road?" he rails.
"You may have something there" I concede instead while he rolls his eyes in a gesture I don't exactly approve of.
We decide on cloth banners, and order another round of tea.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Always a woman to me..
It’s a lazy diwali afternoon and I think I’m having an affair. No...not one of those iffy "is-there-or- isn’t-there" kinda nothing attractions. There definitely is...and an intensely physical one at that. I have no idea how it started to get to this. Its like most other things of this sort, just a queerish turn of events and no one’s really to blame. Of course not everyone is going to see it that way.
But let me start from the beginning..
I was introduced to her, ironically enough, through my dad. And like most things dad has introduced me to (The godfather at age 9, beer, atheism, cars and stories of his wild days), this one turned out to have out far-reaching consequences but damned if I realized it at the time.
She seemed completely awkward to me at first…on the verge of "uncool". Unfashionably voluptuous (and how!), she was loudmouthed and opinionated, but (and I say this from hindsight) pretty smooth when she wanted to be. She certainly wasn’t trying to be at her smooth best when I met her, and in a weird sort of way, i think that’s what did it for me in the first place.
In god’s well-intentioned but screwed up way of working, she moved into my city, and on the ground floor of my Bangalore apartment within 2 weeks of that. .. She'd had it tough, i guessed, and she looked completely so out of place that I had to rescue her. She condescended to yield to my tentative offer of helping her out. I introduced her enthusiastically to my friends, my colleagues, with unsurprisingly little success. She just wasn't the bubbly sophisticate they were used to. well..one thing led to another, and we started spending a lot of time together. She seemed to have some work in places close to my office, and we started commuting together – you know how it is –you slip into a routine like that where you wake up and go to work along with someone, and soon you find yourself waking up and going to work because of her.
Things started going kinda outta control after that, and I started dreaming about her, started buying her new stuff so she could look good, feel better about herself and fit into my life. I guess things were always simmering between us and we entered the zone without really meaning to. It really hit me today how far we’d gone when I realized I didn’t care who knew about us…today …2 pm on an overcast diwali afternoon in the basement parking lot of our apartment..our first meeting in sometime due to my recently hectic schedule and my home trip (which i cut short to get back to her) .. slipping my hand into hers and drawing her close ...it seemed like what we were meant for..she responded immediately…..unusual for her….but she seemed like she was waiting for me..her body warm, and her curves waiting to draw me into her. We held each other like that ..the only sounds being her gentle gasps, and my own head rushing so loud that I couldn’t..didnt want to hear anything else..I held her close…and I wanted to hear her breathe all day long…
Its been an hour since I got back…am lying back on my bed…my body still aching pleasantly…still throbbing from our intense time together..the smell of her on my fingers….traces of her on every part of me……and in my head thinking…”what the hell am I doing?” …and as I started to write this…my attempt at catharsis, i guess….I am thinking about all of you….all of you in your snug lives...who’ll read this..and am thinking that she might be just a 350cc bullet to all of you….but she’ll always be a woman to me….
But let me start from the beginning..
I was introduced to her, ironically enough, through my dad. And like most things dad has introduced me to (The godfather at age 9, beer, atheism, cars and stories of his wild days), this one turned out to have out far-reaching consequences but damned if I realized it at the time.
She seemed completely awkward to me at first…on the verge of "uncool". Unfashionably voluptuous (and how!), she was loudmouthed and opinionated, but (and I say this from hindsight) pretty smooth when she wanted to be. She certainly wasn’t trying to be at her smooth best when I met her, and in a weird sort of way, i think that’s what did it for me in the first place.
In god’s well-intentioned but screwed up way of working, she moved into my city, and on the ground floor of my Bangalore apartment within 2 weeks of that. .. She'd had it tough, i guessed, and she looked completely so out of place that I had to rescue her. She condescended to yield to my tentative offer of helping her out. I introduced her enthusiastically to my friends, my colleagues, with unsurprisingly little success. She just wasn't the bubbly sophisticate they were used to. well..one thing led to another, and we started spending a lot of time together. She seemed to have some work in places close to my office, and we started commuting together – you know how it is –you slip into a routine like that where you wake up and go to work along with someone, and soon you find yourself waking up and going to work because of her.
Things started going kinda outta control after that, and I started dreaming about her, started buying her new stuff so she could look good, feel better about herself and fit into my life. I guess things were always simmering between us and we entered the zone without really meaning to. It really hit me today how far we’d gone when I realized I didn’t care who knew about us…today …2 pm on an overcast diwali afternoon in the basement parking lot of our apartment..our first meeting in sometime due to my recently hectic schedule and my home trip (which i cut short to get back to her) .. slipping my hand into hers and drawing her close ...it seemed like what we were meant for..she responded immediately…..unusual for her….but she seemed like she was waiting for me..her body warm, and her curves waiting to draw me into her. We held each other like that ..the only sounds being her gentle gasps, and my own head rushing so loud that I couldn’t..didnt want to hear anything else..I held her close…and I wanted to hear her breathe all day long…
Its been an hour since I got back…am lying back on my bed…my body still aching pleasantly…still throbbing from our intense time together..the smell of her on my fingers….traces of her on every part of me……and in my head thinking…”what the hell am I doing?” …and as I started to write this…my attempt at catharsis, i guess….I am thinking about all of you….all of you in your snug lives...who’ll read this..and am thinking that she might be just a 350cc bullet to all of you….but she’ll always be a woman to me….
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Blogging and one track minds
Man -it feels good..not quite an honest-to-god you're-a-sod-and-god-help-you argument...but at least the nucleus of one! I think did it make apparent from my last post how i feel about the feel-good bubble around blogging (by users and readers) and its making blogging as exciting as trip to the ol' confessional.
Getting back to the nub of the matter - questioning the existence of women and one-track minds - well heck. I am all for sexually liberated women, and god knows living the turbulent teenage years (read not laid yet) was made possible by fantasies of running into precisely such women. Its only upon much reflection (and many failed attempts at seducing women in bars, bus stops and pretty much everywhere else ) that one reached the enlightened (and painful)realisation that there was more to this getting laid thing than met the eye. Even the Nymphos I met (yep I have..two so far..and yep..i got lucky) had a depressing story behind their (to put it mildly) "strong" sex drives.
Sitting now upon this worked-hard-at knowledge, and almost hitting an inflection point where one can almost look at women without seeking to "get some", comes an "insightful" revelation that women are prone to base instincts as the proverbial caveman, and that "all I want is a good fuck" is not merely a line out of My Secret Garden!
So, L's and G's, all that irritates me is the possibility that we are being taken for a royal ride, and not least because some money is being made out of our gullibility!
Getting back to the nub of the matter - questioning the existence of women and one-track minds - well heck. I am all for sexually liberated women, and god knows living the turbulent teenage years (read not laid yet) was made possible by fantasies of running into precisely such women. Its only upon much reflection (and many failed attempts at seducing women in bars, bus stops and pretty much everywhere else ) that one reached the enlightened (and painful)realisation that there was more to this getting laid thing than met the eye. Even the Nymphos I met (yep I have..two so far..and yep..i got lucky) had a depressing story behind their (to put it mildly) "strong" sex drives.
Sitting now upon this worked-hard-at knowledge, and almost hitting an inflection point where one can almost look at women without seeking to "get some", comes an "insightful" revelation that women are prone to base instincts as the proverbial caveman, and that "all I want is a good fuck" is not merely a line out of My Secret Garden!
So, L's and G's, all that irritates me is the possibility that we are being taken for a royal ride, and not least because some money is being made out of our gullibility!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Blogs
What with the diwali break and rather easily-satisfied powers-that-be at work, I have been casting some thought (in a loose sense of the word) on various kinds of blogs I have come across.
I did post my rather acid thoughts on one of them (girl with a so-called one track mind) but this time I am going to try and categorize them, which should fulfill the rather dubious objective of making stereotyping easy!
Yeh Hain Meri Kahaani: well..its almost self explanatory but this type is the most common, differentiated only by the style and personality of the author. Usually is heart-tugging fare dealing in emotion of various degrees from unrequited love to sick puppies. (think Karan Johar!)
Often starts with a theme (usually quite informative) but jumps soon to the nub of the matter - raw emotion. I think one reason why people love (writing as well as reading) YHMKs is because emotion is the most common denominator across cultures and personalities. AW's blog is the best example of this, and probably the classiest as well. Following close behind in its emotional wattage is Munna who is more inward looking and lot more raw than AW but am sure will mature into using emotion in the same subtly flambuoyant way as AW does! He does score higher on his insights and EVERYONE'S gotta read the potato post!
Personally though, I find YHMK blogs exhausting at most times, and sometimes mundane. They dont wow me with their writing or their insights. (We talked about this, AW!). On its positive, it is consistent, (for people who like that) and some -amazingly feel-good!
A similar-but-not-quite type is the type which uses its blog to articulate personal journeys, and usually involves active interaction with the visitors (classic c0-creation for the Marketing inclined!) and its more communal than AW's morally uplifting yet inaccessible tripe!
SB, EU i think are more on these lines, while Nishant's is too - although he won't admit it (about the people bit)!
A different type of blog - still YHMK but far more pleasant is the type which uses the author's personality and tastes more as a backdrop to more material insights, views and thoughts. I define this type for Daddy's blog. Daddy's been a favourite from his first post and very easy on the eye for its relaxed manner and unselfish views- and for how it almost always leads to a new piece of knowledge while connecting with some part of you. For some strange reason, I tend to think of this blog as more masculine - and that's probably daddy's persona coming through - his ambition, sport and bike-riding leanings!
My all time fave type - and this is for sheer quality of imagination, writing and depravity is the theme blogs and what rocks for me is it is outward looking, sometimes entertainingly self-deprecating. This is what I'd like my own blog to be like but I think i suck at it. Calling Betelgeuse - is definitely by far the best I've read and I usually find - no matter when I pick it up, myself reading up all the posts that I've missed and some bygone ones - just for laughs!
Its dark, its sleazy and it uses the author as one extreme of insanity and any one else who shows up (and for a change they do!) as far more normal, and the entire mish-mash is rip-roaringly funny!
I guess what this post's gonna do is draw reactionary reviews of my sodding-effort-at-blogging. :-) Heck-its a free country..or that's what they'll have us believe at any rate!
I did post my rather acid thoughts on one of them (girl with a so-called one track mind) but this time I am going to try and categorize them, which should fulfill the rather dubious objective of making stereotyping easy!
Yeh Hain Meri Kahaani: well..its almost self explanatory but this type is the most common, differentiated only by the style and personality of the author. Usually is heart-tugging fare dealing in emotion of various degrees from unrequited love to sick puppies. (think Karan Johar!)
Often starts with a theme (usually quite informative) but jumps soon to the nub of the matter - raw emotion. I think one reason why people love (writing as well as reading) YHMKs is because emotion is the most common denominator across cultures and personalities. AW's blog is the best example of this, and probably the classiest as well. Following close behind in its emotional wattage is Munna who is more inward looking and lot more raw than AW but am sure will mature into using emotion in the same subtly flambuoyant way as AW does! He does score higher on his insights and EVERYONE'S gotta read the potato post!
Personally though, I find YHMK blogs exhausting at most times, and sometimes mundane. They dont wow me with their writing or their insights. (We talked about this, AW!). On its positive, it is consistent, (for people who like that) and some -amazingly feel-good!
A similar-but-not-quite type is the type which uses its blog to articulate personal journeys, and usually involves active interaction with the visitors (classic c0-creation for the Marketing inclined!) and its more communal than AW's morally uplifting yet inaccessible tripe!
SB, EU i think are more on these lines, while Nishant's is too - although he won't admit it (about the people bit)!
A different type of blog - still YHMK but far more pleasant is the type which uses the author's personality and tastes more as a backdrop to more material insights, views and thoughts. I define this type for Daddy's blog. Daddy's been a favourite from his first post and very easy on the eye for its relaxed manner and unselfish views- and for how it almost always leads to a new piece of knowledge while connecting with some part of you. For some strange reason, I tend to think of this blog as more masculine - and that's probably daddy's persona coming through - his ambition, sport and bike-riding leanings!
My all time fave type - and this is for sheer quality of imagination, writing and depravity is the theme blogs and what rocks for me is it is outward looking, sometimes entertainingly self-deprecating. This is what I'd like my own blog to be like but I think i suck at it. Calling Betelgeuse - is definitely by far the best I've read and I usually find - no matter when I pick it up, myself reading up all the posts that I've missed and some bygone ones - just for laughs!
Its dark, its sleazy and it uses the author as one extreme of insanity and any one else who shows up (and for a change they do!) as far more normal, and the entire mish-mash is rip-roaringly funny!
I guess what this post's gonna do is draw reactionary reviews of my sodding-effort-at-blogging. :-) Heck-its a free country..or that's what they'll have us believe at any rate!
Women and one-track minds?
It's been irritating me -this one...not least cos it goes against all my carefully constructed theories about women. But girl with a one track mind is being called insightful because of precisely that - it goes against EVERYONE'S well-constructed theories!
"Here" ,the world seems to say, "is a woman with a sex drive and proud of it. No touchy-feely (no pun here -editor) emotions for this one". Well - methinks this chick is taking us for a ride. Hey -we've all met women who enjoy sex and not too shy to admit it- but no one -at least in my "normal people" sphere seems to think of sex ALL the time.
Its weird - its just a carefully built porn bubble for the refined man - no never-ending cleavage or red bathing suits here- its sophisticated, well-worded sex interspersed with shades of a feminist movement but its still got sweaty bodies and enough references to wetness to make you think sexually depraved women instead of a leaky tap next time you hear the word. Gotta think lowest common denominator, mate!
Bosh - No one's got a one track mind- not even those geniuses in school who built 30,000 Cd libraries of porn. Its possible that women may be able to detach sexual feeling from emotional but that's only in cases where a woman has had a rough ride with fickle relationships, and per se has HAD to do so! Have to hear the women's opinion on this!
"Here" ,the world seems to say, "is a woman with a sex drive and proud of it. No touchy-feely (no pun here -editor) emotions for this one". Well - methinks this chick is taking us for a ride. Hey -we've all met women who enjoy sex and not too shy to admit it- but no one -at least in my "normal people" sphere seems to think of sex ALL the time.
Its weird - its just a carefully built porn bubble for the refined man - no never-ending cleavage or red bathing suits here- its sophisticated, well-worded sex interspersed with shades of a feminist movement but its still got sweaty bodies and enough references to wetness to make you think sexually depraved women instead of a leaky tap next time you hear the word. Gotta think lowest common denominator, mate!
Bosh - No one's got a one track mind- not even those geniuses in school who built 30,000 Cd libraries of porn. Its possible that women may be able to detach sexual feeling from emotional but that's only in cases where a woman has had a rough ride with fickle relationships, and per se has HAD to do so! Have to hear the women's opinion on this!
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