Dissent in Ranks I write this much in shock of the younger generation and the times that we live in today. I’ve now realised advertising and advertising agencies and no longer what we knew and loved. No longer are we living in an era where agencies had one junior ‘flunk’ (I love this term) in the system who got harassed by all and sundry. Instead the trainees/ low lives/ flunks are now a new breed of savvy people who know how to get about pretty much everything. Forget harassing them you’ll actually be quite lucky to get one of them to look at you. No longer is this a set of meek people who agree to anything you tell them, but people who tell you what they want you to tell them. Gone is the age of innocence and discovery and instead it is replaced with knowledge of every advertising book written and articles in every month’s cosmopolitan about how to tell you boss off. And now they come in large numbers. Agencies on an average have 10 trainees across all departments, so this demon is
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As the year THUNDERS to the end After months of nothing but replies to stinker mails from clients, I return not triumphant but eager to my own space of personal madness. Also just realised after being asked for the 100th time what my new year plans are (always a bit slow on the uptake), that in 13 days it will be 2007. So here what the last 6 months have been like. Besides replying to not so nice emails, I also: Lost my baby CRYSTA, missed yet another trip to Goa, got moved to shitty new account, fought a lot with people I work with. Stop fighting with God and traded hair straightening chemicals to embrace natural hair.Realised natural hair thanks to advertising was rapidly turning grey. Rebelled against god yet again and coloured it. Found a new hair stylist who told me I was a ‘cool’ person and then proceeded to colour my hair blond. So now have mad blond hair which I’ve decided I quite like. Finally finished reading Bush in Babylon and have rejoined anti-America tirade with renewed
2006 - A love Story This by far is the most hysterical thing you can do. Somebody sent me this link to a site. When you get on the site the compute pops up a lot of really silly questions like "enter an adjective", "enter the name of a person of the opposite sex", "enter more adjectives", "enter a place","enter your favourite thing to do" and so on and so forth. After all that it gives you your love story Here's mine One Creepy Creep summer day at Katrigupe you see the most mean creature you have ever seen. His name is Anbu , and every move he makes just turns you on more and more. You nudge your best friend Nirmala and say, "Wow, that has to be the most Happy body I have ever seen." Suddenly, He looks in your direction and starts walking right towards you!!! He says, "I noticed you staring at me from over there. I just had to tell you, that I think you are so poignant , and was wondering if you'd like to go to B
Standing here until you make a move/ Hanging by a moment here with you. It was earlier this morning that I realised with an alarming note that my life has suddenly become directed by other people. Its no longer about what I want to do but about what everyone else in my life is doing and do I want to join in. One year ago, I traded by singledom to get into a life of couplehood. While on the surface that seems like a great transition, the truth is I have lost a lot more of my identity in this year that I have growing up the last 27 years. I’m not saying this in a mildly resentful manner but more in a "I’m so shocked" manner. Now anyone who knows me, thinks (and quite rightly) that I’m the beholder of my destiny, the captain of my ship, the fore runner of my relay team so on and so forth. That I do things when I want them, how I want them and where I want them. People have the option of coming along or be left out. Yet today, I’m standing still. Waiting for someone to tell me
To other Bridgets Read Bridget Jones, The edge of truth for the 375th time over the last weekend. Love this book. Even more, love this woman. For a long time honestly believed Helen Fielding has been inspired by me while characterising Ms. Jones. Then spoke to 10 other girls who told me, Bridget Jones is sooooo them. So what them makes all working girls above 25 feel like they are Bridget Jones? Is it the mad hair? The haywire financial and Love life? The one perfect guy that gets away and comes back? Is it the ever-supporting friends whose solution to most problems is alcohol? The psychotic mother? I don’t know, maybe its all of it. Maybe at the heart of it Bridget Jones is just a really really insightful book. Or maybe Helen Fielding remembers what its like to be 27.