snippets on things common to me and you

dilema....

2009-12-29T10:02:00.000-08:00

Now, its been really really long, that i havent written anything on this blog, not because i had no time, simply because i had no inclination , dunno why though , writting always has been the best mode for me to express myself, but somehow , off late i have been tad to disinterested in all those things , which ones used to interest me .

am feeling damn too emotionally low , while writing this, and possible the best reason to feed my blog is with a motive to voice out my dilema , to let it flow through the prose of words and adjectives take a definate form and may be serve as a point of reference for me , anytime in future.

its not one thing that is bothering me, a host of reasons, how many to name.....
but its this damn indecisiveness which bothers me the most, i was called in for the final round of interview at the VIP industries tommorow, the job profile was that of sales, and i certainly am not so gung ho about sales as a job profile , simply because it dosent entice me . but nevertheless, the job offer demands you to be doing sales and nothing else. i looked down upon the offer.
though i really did well and impressed the HR guys during the GD and interview round. tommorow was supposed to be the interview ( the final one) with the VP at VIP, i , initially decided to give it a go , but , then decided against it , i felt , instead of giving a bad interview and getting chucked out , or rather giving a good interview and accepting the offer letter and then saying a " NO THANK YOU". i would rather not go for it.

Deep within me , i felt i was split into 2 "me's" , the one who said "yes you should go, you could build a career over there, so what if the package is low , struggle for a short while and then make it big, even at HUL , iim guys are made to work in remote rural corners , selling shampoo sachets and soap cakes. So why are u giving it so much thinking , one step could lead to another, first a sales exec, then a sales manager, then a brand manager, then a vp, then a ceo.....omg..the dreams are big...but the the other me CUT IN...it said "NO DONT GO FOR THE OFFER, you are worth much more , this profile least suits you, thats not your area of interest, why do you wish to go for TRIAL AND ERROR method, you already have an expereince, there is nothin worse than an unpleasent work life, more over, this was just one company, explore many others, live your dreams, though after joining MMS, you had almost stopped dreaming , chase and dare to work what you aspire for , dont go for the offer.

i listened to the second me, and have decided to skip the interview , though with a not so pleasent consenses between the 2 me's.

thats my dilema for today...

the boy and toy phone AIRTEL advertisement

2009-03-18T10:10:00.000-07:00

i was longing to write about this advertisement, from the moment i saw it . but its vedio wasnt posted on the youtube then , today i finally find some free time for myself, and i decided to do some blogging, and also to honestly check if my writing talent is still existent .

i was blowled over by this sweet emotionally mystifying, inncoent ( too much adjectives haa..), (cant help though) , advertisement.

the advertisement, though speaks almost nothing about AIRTEL, nor does the viewer understand, the purpose of the message conveyed, but everything held apart, the emotional connection it makes with you who watches it, is definately the scorer, what stands out here, is how innocently, a child and his, imaginary phone dialog with his dad, in which he delivers those sweet sounding lines, i really like the way he....says......papa aap dilli gaye.........mammi ne mujhe daata, must be really tough to get such gr8 acting out of some ....tiny miny kid, who would have not even learnt , the "A", in acting.

i wonder, if we could get to see more such advertisements, soothing , fun , sweet innocent attempts to remind us, relations and emotions rule our beings, more than ever and every thing else.

it reminded me of my childhood, and my mummy , and how i have compained to my dad, whenever mom , has scolded me, nostalgic indeed

time cruch

2009-03-08T23:39:00.000-07:00

24 hours seem too little for the plethora of activities , a man gets laden by .
wish it gets extended and expanded a lil ,more

not asking too much

a few more minutes to sleep , a little more time for tv, i want to chat with my friends , when do i shop for my clothes , no movies , no music .

i dint finish reading the book i started off with , my projects are incomplete , no time to even shave , i havent ironed my clothes , lemme atleast relish my food.

my woes seem to be never ending , may be i need rehab , rehab to boost the drained esteem and lost zeal.
i need a break , may be break away from the norm , do things my own way , but i know , world doesnt run my way.

even, while am writing this, am preoccupied with the thought of making myslef better, are all future managers bound to get stressed.

time to sign off, lot of things up my sleeve to adhere too.

the next post most definately would be the continuation of the incomplete big bazaaar story.

big bazaar's big funda

2009-02-27T23:11:00.000-08:00

big bazaar is undeniably a brand which caters to not just the middle income group , but also to the under the middle and classes below that as well. you would never find the shopping aisles in the big bazaar showrooms ever empty , any day , any time , throngs of shoppers hullabooing around .

big bazaar often comes out with different marketing strategies to woo its exisiting and potential customer , sabse sasta din , the wednesday sale , seasonal discounts are a few of them .

what they have done this time is a marketing funda called "EXCHANGE OFFER".
this offer appears quite a gullible one, tempts you to get hooked on to it , and then finally traps you( does this remind you of a mouse and the cheese in the mouse trap).

explanation follows

on a regualr visit to a nearby shopping mall, i first saw a window disply of old junk and price a relavent price tag for each item.

the great exchange offer

old clothes: rs 200 per kg
newspaper: rs 20 per kg
old tyres : rs 75 per kg

and so on

seemed quite exciting......though i dint give it much serious thinking , then.

the next day i was reading the newspaper and i again saw, a huge advt about this same offer, the advt specified that, though the junk had monetary value , the offer will be dealt through exchange coupns worth the junk value, i thought , still ok,.
i could shop with those coupons, which are cash worthy.
the next day i fill in a bag full of my old clothes and reach the spot for exchange , but the story had a twist, i get to know that, the coupons are mere discount coupons and are only applicable if you shop 4 times more than the value of the coupon , for instance to use a 200 rupee worth discount coupon you need to lighten your pockets by rupees 800, when this piece of news was for sure a dampner on all my shopping spirits. nevertheless , i handed them my old junk and when weighed in , i had sacrificed nearly 10 kgs of my beloved clothes for the sake of this ( should i say conning) offer.

i accepted the coupons worth ruppes 1000 , now that means i need to spend 4000 from my pocket to avail thier 1000 worth of discount

the story is to be continued

its 1 pm.....and am hungry ..goin for lunch .

jai ho: for the speaker

2009-02-27T22:49:00.000-08:00

our prime minister Manmohan singh , finds the lok sabha speaker Somnath chatterjee as a role model , in the role of a speaker.

i have to agree with that too, hes indeed been a good speaker , with apt patience hes always tried to bring the house to consensus , which otherwise is always on the boil .

sadly, mr chatterjee is vowing to bow out of politics, seems all the yelling and screeching has taken a toll on him .

we will miss you mr chatterjee.

Learning my language

2009-02-25T08:32:00.000-08:00

I often wonder , what it is to be able to read and write in Malayalam , i have always wanted to , but alas , despite several futile attempts in my wholesome 23 years of existence, my learning graph has only managed to reach a limit of figuring out a few alphabets , i still cannot read and write Malayalam : the language i was born into . i can manage to speak Malayalam quite fluently.

Born and bought up in mumbai , i have been exposed to lot of languages , thanks to my neighbours , i have learnt to speak marathi , gujrati , a bit of bengali , quite a lot of tamil and ofcourse hindi , but nothin like being able to be profecient in your native language , i have always considerded it as a need than a luxury , now one may wonder , as to why i choose to use the word luxury , that is because , for a person whose only connection with kerala is his once a blue moon visit there , learning the language , might not be a necessity , but my perspective has been different ,i want to freely read all the signboards and busboards while in kerala , i wish to learn the language , explore the depth of it, relish its literary beauty , yes! malayalam has a rich literary heritage , kerala has been home to numerous writers of various genres .My father happens to be an avid reader , and has read almost all authors , and when i hear from him about the richness of malayalam literature , often miss being a patron to it. i would love to take a plunge into the lives of the common malayalee people , whose lives have been written about , all the folk lores , the poems about the rich paddy fields , the coconut lagoons the temples and the gods , there are a lot of authors i would love to read like

tunchatu ezhutacchan
kamala suraiyya
john zackaria
basheer
these are a few ones i have heard and read about , i hope to discover more on literary front as i progress a a reader

now, what daunts upon me , is a simple task , that is to learn to read and write the language , and am sure someday i will , definately

but not today , am busy today , its 10.25 pm in the night and i havent yet reached out to the newspaper yet....lemme do tht first ....

so me signing off......hope to come back tomm ...with a new topic

the start up

2009-02-24T07:49:00.000-08:00

umm ...errr........uhhh........they say, the first impression always is the best impression, i dunno how far that stands true though , since i have had many a times witnessed the opposite to what "they say", yaa mostly.

So this is my first ever post and , as always am tad too confused over the content i should fill in it, ohh ya i was also wondering would my first ever blogs first ever impression be ever the best , well hope so that i will ... . Above everything else , i gaurentee that , anything i write would be simple , on things pretty much relavent to what we see and hear on regular basis.

so here i get started ......

i read my newspaper during the night , not that i dont find time during the day, its just that, my dad takes it with him to the office and brings it back in the night while he returns . TIMES OF INDIA, we have been ardent patrons of TIMES. Ever since i remember my dad has been buying TIMES, i remember that i started the habit of reading newspapers quite late , i must have been 12 or so, when i started . The funny part is , i would never be interested in anything else , but the "obituary" coloumn , i would read each obituary carefully , taking speacial interest in the ones with pictures of the dead , then calulate their life span comparing birth and death dates. i would diligently do it every night for atleast half an hour,i have often mourned untimely deaths, young faces and heartfelt messages written by the loved ones have often left my eyes moist , i infact have a faint memory of my dad scolding me once for my indulgence in the dead ...hehehe but not much has improved since then , yaa i do read papers even today but am not such an avid reader i pretty much ignore the sports pages as, they do no good for me i was never a sports freak , weird isnt it for a guy to be so , but yaa i have been so , not so much into sports , but yaa i have played cricket all my childhood , not because i loved it but because all my firends would play it.
then comes the business pages , again i never bothered to give a second look at them , but since i have been doing my so called "MBA" i have to force myself to read it, the situation is pretty much similar to a stubborn child forced to drink a glass of milk by his/her ( am gender sensitive see......) mother . i have never taken interest in the editorials either , i often wonder , why? could these editors not go a lil easy on english profeciency ,as that could help them gain a patron or two . what i read and gain out of the rest is debatable ....loll.

the colour and culture the bombay times exudes definately gives me a high , i also love solving sudoku from mumbai mirror , i vouch for sunita menons daily predictions , i love the quircly comments by the sexpert mahendra vats.

thats all , all about , all my reading habit.

practice makes man perfect : so people : pardon me for my mistakes if any .
am just starting off as a blogger , and blogging all the way , who knows i could grow a writer in me and i could write the best , of the bestsellers , topping every single selling chart i could be on every readers cart .......now..dosent this sound no shit and all fart............hehehee