Banking to Advertising....

A day in Banking:
your entire team knows
what to do,
how to do,
when to do,
after 10-11 hrs of doing it, Company picks & drops u at your doorstep
on the 30th day, u have a good paycheck..A BIG SMILE

A day in advertising:

Client chases you - you chase the creatives - brief / threaten / beg
Client chases you - you chase the media - brief / threaten / beg
Client chases you - you chase the graphics - brief / threaten / beg
client chases you - you chase the vendor - order / threaten / beg
client chases you - atlast deliver the stuffs - End of
hypertension / anger / frustration.

And on the penultimate day you meet your deadline and have a sigh of relief, with a big grin on your face.
And this cycle goes on and on and on, ...........................

Whats the time....

Time : 18:15 hrs
Place : T.Nagar
Scene : Me, waiting for the bus, thinking about office, and lost in my own world.

I saw a boy, carryig a huge school bag, hope he is in STD X,may be returning from his tutions....this dumb, fat buffalo( by the end of this story u will know, y i call him such names..) walked towards me and asked one question...which still haunts me,,,,

The question was " Uncle, whats the time? "...
i just turned back to check whether any elderly person was standing behind, unfortunately i could only find a four legged real buffalo...

I told him the time and caught the next bus and moved out of the frame..
even if he asked "dai, mani enada"..i would have felt happy...
but how can he use those haunting words....Uncle...Uncl..Unc..Un...U..

Eggreativity...

Even the chick which layed the egg will be proud ofthis feat.....
just made from eggs...i wonder if its empty shells of fresh ones....
any way...nice idea....

Street Harrassment

This one ,,i accidentally came across..strong message...thought of sharing with you all....
Streets, stories, strategies
I had my doubts about blogging this - writing about street harrassment.After all, it's as common-place as paan stains, as ubiquitous as spit.... Will my saying 'NO' to harrassment prevent it? How does telling my stories serve any purpose?But while discussing the Blank Noise Project with a male friend (who has never maaro-ed seeti, never chhedo-fied, never sung lewd songs, never felt up, pinched, grabbed any part of any woman), he told me - "How do you know? Some teenaged boy somewhere reads this and decides not to molest women... you never know."For men like him, I write this post.(I have no patience for blogging dates, nor this women's day brouhaha, nor a fixed schedule that will guarantee internet access on March 7. So, I'm just going to put it up now and let it be a sticky post.)Some things, you learn to expect, growing up a girl. Streets, stories, strategies