I’m not a patriot

September 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

“Patriotism is the rationalization for one’s stupidity.”

I love my country and all, but I’m no patriot.


Gotta love a good tune

September 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

Instant love is a rare thing isn’t it?

When it comes to music, from the blistering amount of new tunes/albums we come across today, we miss heaps of good ones. And even when we find one, they get over written very soon. Its a sad fact.

But there are some that we really get attached to. A tune with a heavy, emotional content that just swoops your feelings in the first listen. This is one of that for me. This is my new found wonder.

Where to…

September 6, 2011 § Leave a comment

My vacation time is approaching very quick.

As much I want a vacation, I just don’t know where to go. That’s more frustration than the average installation in your Windows getting stuck at 99%. The even more fucked up part is, none of my friends are free at that particular time. And here is the kicker, the coming week is Deepavali, everyone is getting a weeks holiday. Me – working.

Anyhooo, looking at the brighter side, I still have a vacation. And I have to decide where I ought to be going. I came across this video which is quiet inspiring. And b e a utifully edited with a delightful background music.

MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

I have always loved the concept of travelling. But I have never had the strength or the money or the time for it. Ok, I know that’s just a lame excuse. What am I to do, it just the way I have been.

And I am going to change that. Every year, from this point on I shall go to a place where I have never gone. This is not a resolution, it is not a promise. It is simply a plan/idea that I am going to keep up….. try to keep up.

I’m an addict

September 6, 2011 § 2 Comments

I have a confession to make.

I have been thinking about it for a while and I have decided to come out with it in open.

I… am an addict. I am an addict to ear buds. Yes, ear buds. What?! It’s a serious issue too. Whenever I find/see a bud, I have to use ’em. I have to wet that cotton bud in a cool water and shove it slowly in to my hearing hole, caressing the walls of the ear canal, giving in to that itch. Ahh!!

I can never say no to those urges. Every time I’m finished with that act, I feel betrayed. I feel like WTF!. But during the process, it is just wowness to the max. It feels great.

I wish there will come a day when the world will be free of ear buds. Wait, thats not true, I do not wish that. But I do have this to say. An addiction is an addiction, no matter what.

Its a presisting problem. It gives you a fucked up feeling later. The magnitude of the after effect will differ accordingly to thing we are addicted. But the feeling is all the same. However, I think I will live through with my addiction. I may go deaf, but that’s a different story.

Hmm… I always thought confessing makes people feel better, lighter. I feel just about the same I felt couple of minutes ago. What a junk. May be I need to think different.

How far are we from nature…

September 3, 2011 § 1 Comment

I stumbled upon this beautiful short film on a random site. It depicts how pathetic and ignorant we have become. For us, nature is to be found only in our desktop wallpapers and as screensaver. It’s a nice little film that make us think wild.

Treasure is what you want it to be

September 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Trash bag could also be one.

Yesterday, out of much boredom, I took stroll down the street at my lunch break. Fortunately, the street where I work is pretty quiet and have broad walkways. (You don’t find a lot like this in Chennai btw)

On my way, I took a seat in a empty bus stop. There was a old cobbler with his head down, deeply concentrating on his work, caring less of the world around, except for the one that approaches him. For some reason, although for brief moment, I found bliss watching this.

Right then, another old man, his buddy probably, came walking down with a trash bag in his hand and a huge smile in his face. The bag was in a pretty good condition. He was excited about it. He looked and talked to the cobbler like a little child. Gay, cheerful and with eyes wide open. That trash bag had given him much joy.

As I was watching this, listening to him brag about his new found joy and what he is going to do with it, I was reasserted of the fact that, “One man’s trash is a another man’s treasure.” I found myself smiling seeing this. I had two reasons for it.

One, the radiation of the stranger’s genuine happiness. It was inevitable. It was nice.

Second reason was a sarcastic one. On myself. I heard him say that, he is going to use the bag as a cover to protect himself from the rains and the mosquitoes. Until then I never imagined a trash bag for that reason. Although in a minuscule way, this was creative solution for his problem. Cheap and economic. (As an advertising person, I/we spend momentous time and money drafting a creative solution)

This man put his treasure to work. Not be locked up in a safe place, never to be used or seen again. His treasure was worth spending. It was a refreshing afternoon.

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