Add colors ...

This is one collage I made for one of my presentations on the topic of advertising. Advertising is an interesting field
and one of the most innovative one.





Not much words today just some more advertising colors ( in fact a single color ) from the posterior.
















and some more which unfortunately could not become a part of the collage




















:-)

Naina thag lenge .....

This is a song from the movie 'Omkara', the movie very beautifully captures the interplay of emotions which are coming as essence from the Bard's play. It has been very beautifully ( controversial ) mingled in the western UP setting. The characters have come out starkly bold and precise. Langda Tyagi steals the show no doubt about that.

We've had numerous discussions in which most of the folks tried to persuade me that the movie is utterly distasteful. They also argued that the movie is not a feel-good one rather on the other extreme. I do not understand why would people accept irrational crap coming out of the mouth of Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction but do not want anything which is closer to us and seems distasteful. Langda Tyagi is a representation of someone which is not us.Though we might associate ourselves with some hollywood character who uses the F word in all possible forms of verb, noun, adjective and what not but Bipasha Basu saying filthy words is distasteful. Why ?

Why does the smugness creep in ? We start compartmentalizing ourselves in the biggest possible sphere which is safe, rich and contains no filth and leave out the dirt and poverty out to other folks. The states, the language or geographical regions become bigger than us. I know I am responsible for my own conduct and otherwise at least the whole of India ( if not the entire humanity ) belongs to me. If Punjab is rich it is not only because it is endowed with rich earth but also because poor labourers go and till the fields every harvesting season. We can very easily say that the rickshaw pullers don't belong to me and the Jet Airways Hostesses in stark red are my own but it is not true.

All in all the movie is good and i loved the screenplay. The title of the post says that one could be deceived with looks .... the eyes might take you to the neverland but then you might also fall flat on mother earth.

I would like to end the post with a joke. A friend of mine was telling me that when one of his friends went to Japan they were making a lot of noise and became a nuisance for the co-passengers in the tube. One person comes up and says 'You Indians, Keep quite
!!'. This guy retorts " We are not Indians !! We are from Pakistan" .... I would be leaving for home tomorrow for a week's Diwali Vacations !! Stay Happy !!

subah ho gayi mamu ...

It was the laziest morning today, so far i mean. I got up and barely finished the daily ablutions ( which on an average take 10 minutes ) in 5 minutes. Even sun was shying off in the clouds. Reached the start of our daily "chalo bulawaa ayaa hai ..." journey at the doorway of millions of stairs which the lesser mortals say are 96 in number. I am sure there is some conspiracy going on and someone increases a flight or two daily but how would someone manage to do this when the whole is campus is up till 5-6-7 AM. I saw a tindy ( meaningless word don't bother ) doggy who was stretching and yawning, it was doing all this acrobatics to tease me, to make me think over and compare his royal lifestyle with my own . One or two more souls were trying to crawl upwards. Everybody had a different theory in one's mind about the ever increasing number of stairs.

In the elevator four of us exchanged blank stares, everyone challenging the other to take pains of speaking a word.No one did. I could make out from all the faces that they must have slept at dawn. Lecture started and I was getting confused as to how I was thrown off into a garden from the classroom every now and then. I realized I was finishing off my siesta too early and those were not the odd signals coming from outer space captured by SETI radars but the result of my snooze. One after the other they kept coming on to the crease and when all the overs were bowled it was 1:40 ... time for lunch and then put the snooze button back to ON till devil in the form of my groupmates wake me up to finish one or the other Presentation / report ...zzzz...

All work and no play make jack a dull boy

And am not dull, so am playing with the crowd the investophiles, the startegies etc etc @ http://mastishk.nitie.net/ .....