Euphoria

:) yeh kya tha?

Did, but why suddenly? You under the notion that I don't often enough?

And why should I? *inserts update* Maybe I should.

:) Why am I doing that again??

I needed that *hug* :)

:) & :) & :) & :) & :) So when do we see you?

Aww be awesomely random just like that!!

I just did! :-) Now tell me why I did!

In response to :

Smile. Just like that :)

20-odd characters texted to 20-odd randomly picked friends on a giddy Thursday evening. It was one of those things you do just because. For the random happiness quotient involved, reason be damned. And because the world is a splendid place, in came a solid flurry of responses! Some aww/giggle-inducing replies have been left out, find your own =)

So go ahead, give out random smiles, hug the ones you care about without waiting for a 'specific, valid reason' to come by; tell people you love them, appreciate them, spend time together; grin at all the things you want to, laugh out loud anytime it seems like a good idea to, do something nice simply because you can, do things you love simply because you can! Let the giddiness out, be a kid when you want to be, get that euphoria flowing!!

Afterthought – This does not mean you take on new family members on Facebook every other week and annoy me with notifications =P

Along similar lines, I bring you this. 
The guy in this video, Vinit Mehta, is part of KC BMM. Awesomeness upped some, eh? =) 

The New Face Of Heroin

With great ideas, comes great procrastination. And with great joblessness, comes great desperation. So I’m not Spiderman’s script writer, sue me. But when all of these combine and manifest in me, what you get is an online advertisement for a job. And apparently, what those get you are responses.

March ‘09, right after the 12^th boards. Mostly an experiment to learn about the job scene for someone who is, for all intents and purposes, a prospective baarvi paas, this was how I gained firsthand experience of what HSBC’s been talking about.

Responses –

Mr. Hotjapan - “You have a wonderful photo, congrats!!”

I think “pornstar pimp” and cringe every time I think Hot Japan. Wonderful photos are more like lucky light effects with lucky genetic mixup. And this year’s IV to Kerala is making me rethink the realistic frequency of that lucky combine.

Some demanded “all ur details”, someone promoted his NGO, one suggested I become an engineer and yet another provided tantric help. He offered “free astrological consultancy, complete problem solution, tantra and pooja so call now.” For free! He even called himself Dev. For those of you who lead equally sad lives and have watched films like What’s Your Rashee? -  this Dev guy reminds me of the seductive Sagittarian’s character. I stand scarred. I also happen to be a Sagittarian. Job seekers definitely have problems.

However, the source of the post title –

Hai,

This is satish kumar mv, from Hyderabad. I am going to plan out a telugu film. I am looking for new faces for heroin and character artists, this film is released in three main languages. If you have interest, hard work, dedications are your qualities. Then you can be part of my team. My profile -I got an international award in 2008 Gandhi panorama international film festival, and I am right now direction a feature film,

Please contact me with your full details, if you are interest to be a part of film

Satish kumar mv

I let go of a chance to become a Telugu actress! I could've become the new face of heroin. Hai.

BMM Stereotypes

Stereotypes, descriptions and my attempt to familiarize. Social service at it’s best. Here goes.


Stereotypical journalism undergrad? Clumsy, dazed, long hair; faded khadi kurta and a jhola. Add a pen hooked on to a handheld clipboard and horn rimmed glasses and our model is fit for Pictionary image banks.

 
Stereotypical student of advertising? Any self pronounced “creative” 25 year old doing his best to emulate a hep college going teeny bopper. Because really, most Ad schools are set up for engineers and B.A/B.Sc/B.Com grads who discovered one fine day, albeit 5 years too late, that at the end of the summer that refused to end (read: the summer post grade 12), they were standing in the wrong line, buying the wrong forms.

 
But wait awhile and ponder, what’s the BMM stereotype like? You want me to pick on my kind, on the media persons of tomorrow, on the ones hailed by Notre Principal bright and bachelorette, Ms Nichani, as the crème de la crème of her college? You want me to analyze those mysterious free spirits who never seem to do anything but “projects” (a much-abused term that’s thrown around like it’s the magic box that holds the answer to the one question* plaguing us all)? Those brave, bold souls who “dare to be different”? Do you need me to dissect the very definition of cooltah?

 
Why yes, I would love to.

 
And therein lays the glitch. I would absolutely love to shred the stereotype to pieces and give you a wall of text to go ROFLMFAO *gag* over but for the love of cinnamon (and that’s sucking ferious!) I can’t get myself to work out basic criterion for that elusive stereotype. A friend did suggest long-ish hair, Presley inspired sideburns and oversized glasses, but somehow I don’t think so…

 
So oddly enough, this post required research. Memory and good ol’ observation threw up some links, so here you go -

 
I’ve discovered that all of us take notes. Honest. It’s no wonder they retained 50% of the total grade for theory!

We have those who hurriedly scribble underlined, sometimes italicized, ever in order (and hence ever in circulation) notes on paper even as the prof swallows.

A rebellious few choose to compose megatexts on their overcomplicated, overpriced and hard-to-maneuver fruity QWERTY keypads - bogus internal marking for notebooks be damned, yessir!

The bird-brained bimbos make note of the week’s outfits – their own outfits, their “BFF’s” outfits, the class fashionista’s outfits, the faculty’s outfits, the watchman’s outfits... the last because they’re too bird-brained to notice the uniform. I told you.

Then there are the quiet ones who prefer to sit in the corner and watch the show - they’re the ones who doodle yet make note of the quirks and oddities of those around them and file them away for timely use. I would’ve put myself in this slot last year but now I’m not too sure about the quiet bit…

                                                                                                                                   

Also, we offer collective interpretative skills that would kill you and then some.

A word like “sublime” has kids with a background in Humanities envision graceful twirls and tutus, if not psychology with its dream analysis; most ex-Science students instinctively think of Iodine bridging the gap between the solid state and the gaseous. Commerce wallahs? Go find a dictionary, did you say?

That apart, we’re all anti-imperialism.

College canteens and snug eateries in a 15 mile radius do brisk business thanks to the stereotype. Stationery stores do too, as do the Xerox centers in the vicinity. Cyber cafes make a killing off us and cabbies couldn’t thank us enough.

Perhaps these weren’t really BMM-specific. Then again.

* = Whether or not a certain published professor’s scalp supports a wig.

FYI – Cooltah is the product of another idle BMM student’s mind, so there! Sideburns? Spot on. Oversized glasses? Just look around some haha! Results guaranteed.

Dear Lethargy, RIP.

Dear Lethargy,

We've been friends for close to two decades now. And what a friend! What decades! What a combination, goddamn it! My mind's tear glossed eyes see replays of the times we walked hand in hand, strolling through the park and picking berries. Okay, so that was a lie. The berries never did quite make a show. You never even moved off your lazy behind, goddamn it! As for the tears… Still. The innocence. The heartfelt disregard for the rats that raced. Excuse me while I mop up this teary mess...

Remember the times when deadlines flew by and all we cared for was to hear a resounding "whoosh!" and see the back of them? When Monday came and Sunday went but everything, from bread to bath water remained unchanged? When the family was forced to watch B grade movies at theatres because the other booking counters were too far away? When the bed first developed persistent depressions and consequent lumps?  When the birds overdid the mango tree loot because we chose to be generous and laidback? And lethargic, heehee. Sorry.

Some would call us 'chaddi buddies', some 'langotiya yaars' and some... the thesaurus is restricted to English, I apologize. Essence being, you've been as faithful a companion as I could ever have wished for. Not once have I felt the slightest trace of treachery or abandonment. You were loyal. You were there. True blue Liverpool style. True red. Meh.

But now... but now! But NOW!!

Okay, cut. So I don’t have it in me to script filmy dramas. Chances are I wouldn’t be able to execute the mandatory triple-take followed by “Magar aur nahi... main yeh zulm, yeh bojh, yeh nainsaafi bardaasht nahi kar sakti!" either. System overload is for real.

Here’s to a new beginning. A beginning with great focus on recycling, mind you. I write today in the hope that more readable posts will follow.

Lethargy, you sucker, take that ^ !