Merry Xmas to all my friends and all those who come across this

Cheers!

Advertisements are probably the best thing that I like about Indian television. They are short and cut the crap in under a minute.

Of the few commercials that make me laugh real hard, the Hero Honda one, which has been coming for the past few months now, really makes me laugh my ass off. Let me explain the commericial to you in brief first as they show it, i.e. without associating any underlying meaning  to it.

You would like to watch it first >> The Commercial discussed here

Here are a few stills as a quick reminder>>

The thing they show:

Now what happens in this commercial is that the boy just reaches his house and is just about to rest his tired ass on the couch when he recieves a message from his girlfriend wishing him goodnight. The stud-of-a- boy, instead of texting her back, grabs his hero honda and goes all the way back to his gf’s house (which is surely goddamn far), knocks her door and wishes her a good night. Then, just after wishing her, he sets back towards his home sweet home. But as destiny had it, he again recieves a text from his beloved wishing his sweet dreams and yet again, leaving the arduous task of texting to the good Lords above, he grabs his bike again to go back… cool, naa… AWESOME!!!!

Why it makes me laugh more than a Russel Peters’ standup:

One might not realize what an intense humour has been put into this commercial. It requires a keen observation to acknowledge this. First of all, when the boy recieved the ‘text that started it all’, why doesn’t he simply text her back? I admit that the point that they wanna convey is that their bike offers an outta-the-world mileage but still, is it cheaper than a frickin’ sms? And at times when companies like Reliance are offering 1p per sms schemes, is the guy way too nuts not to text back? Moreover, what in the world is the new 1p per sec pulse scheme for? Is the guy such a big ignorant bastard that he has no idea of whats happening in the world around him? Or is he a leper and is unable to use his fingers to type his queen’s number?

Secondly, if we leave these monetary issues at a distance, another huge factor makes it all the more humourous. Now the girl texts the love of her life and he drives all the long way back to her home to wish her a good night. But wait. What happens next? Thats the whole catch. After wishing her, he simply leaves, simply leaves in the name of God!!! Leave making love alone, they don’t even make out at such a romantic time! To top it all, the bitch doesn’t even call him inside! The first time I saw it, I was like – You gotta be kidding me. There can’t be no ‘fun’ part at this time!!! And the boy is still so goddamn happy that he rushes back to her as soon as he recieves the next sms(towards the end of the commercial). What in hell are these creatures? Celibates fooling around with bikes and mobile phones in the wee hours?

I bet you didn’t notice how much work of a genius this ad is before you read this. It is a highly cryptic piece designed to fit the Indian television and yet make those who understand the humour so magnificently hidden within it, laugh off to death…

PS: I would like to thank Saagar Bhanot for finding this awesome video on the net. I had totally lost hope. But he finally fished it out from the depths of Youtube.

The door closed and the dark room instilled a fear so strong within Holden that he could barely stand. He tried to reach for the switch but all his hands could come across was the crude surface of the walls. He sat in a corner. Was this the same place? He had no idea at all. He reached into his pocket for a light but there was just an empty carton. “F this”, said Holden, “everything is so f’in wrong.” He had been strong all this while, his eyes had been dry. He could smell kerosene around him. “This ain’t no frickin’ gas station or what. Where that stink comin’ from?” Slowly he got back to his feet and lit up his lighter, carefull not to drop it as there might be kerosene on the floor too. But did it really matter now? “So in this dope state, I actually happened to reach the correct place? Damn correct.” He noticed a barrel in the distance. This was it. The end or the beginning?

He blew off the lighter, crossed his legs and sat down next to the drum. The pungent smell tingling his olfactory receptors. The end or the beginning? “The damn vodka. I had too much. I wish i had a f’in fag on me right now. Damn the 20 pack. And damn her. I wish she could hear me right f’in now. DAMN YOU MISHA. I don’t care about you, you slime.” But he did. Deep within, he knew he was fooling himself by saying that. The countless hours spent in her thoughts were not just mere gestures of hatred. He knew that she had changed and that too all of a sudden. Why was he the one caring now? He stood up slowly and put his hands around the drum and shook it a bit. It was pretty full. “Ahh, sweet kerosene.” He took a long sniff of it. The end or the beginning?

He stared in the darkness for a while thinking of all the memories, of all the good times and of the trivial upsetting ones. It had to end. All this. And he had to do it, him alone. It was hard this way. The whole barrel was there. He kicked it hard so that the kerosene from it splattered all over the place. “Sweet. This shall be f’in good in the name of all shit. This shall be good”. He then lit up his lighter again and shouted, “You loved this goddamn place, didn’t you? I remember that worn out yet good old couch, I remember that first kiss, I remember every f’in thing. Thats the whole f’in problem and its a hellova big one. But not no more.” Then he walked towards the door threw in his lighter and shut it. Yes he did, he shut it. While all the memories burnt inside, a ‘possible’ END came to them. “This shall be a new beginning. A sweet new BEGINNING…”, sighed Holden. After a long time, his face depicted some hope. The memories were probably, BURNT FOR THE BEST…

One of my favourite blogs is Project Survival Media. The way it discusses about the situations leading to global warming and the ways which are being discovered/invented in different parts of the world to combat them really makes for an interesting read.

And today I got my first post published on it. I am providing the link here, please give it a read and your comments

The PEDA initiative towards non-conventional power generation

The Project Survival Media team is really awesome comprising Madeline Kovaks and Shadia Fayne Wood amongst the members and editors. The Copenhagen coverage offered by it was really incredible with round the clock updates through blogposts and tweets. Going through the posts gives a great knowledge about the developments taking place around the world, both as threats and as solutions.

Hoping to write more for them

The newly bloomed hibiscus had a great welcome planned ahead of my winter vacation visit back home. The two new colours that dad had planted last season offered a sight of amazing colours in the back verandah of our first floor. I so much wanna see the dew on them. The early morning dew has always fascinated me. It glorifies every natural object. I feel that its like a beauty magnifier. But no matter how hard i am trying, waking up in these winter vacations is seeming to be the most arduous task of all…

I am putting two of the pics i clicked. Please note that the hibiscus look a load better in actual than here…

the Pink Hibi 

the Orange Hibi

Sometimes dad can really do wonders. Like this time when i reached here for my vacations, he had prepared this super awesome date cake for me. Now with a thing like that you can’t stop munching. Its like i go to the gym in the evening, and when i come back i hog at it like hell. probably the guilt of losing my lovely body fat multiplies the hogging. i am even hogging at it while typing this post, really. dad says that there will be an orange one and a cookie one readied soon

one of the zillion reasons i love to be back home

Its compre season. They are back and badder. Thats what the CDCs (Compulsory Disciplinary Course) bring in. The professors turning into figures of pure sadism. Today’s MTO exam proved it all. Not an inch of the roof remained which i did not scan atleast thrice. Welcome Compres, welcome frustration!

Just waiting for the 14th of December now… :sigh:

This post comes right after i finished with Love Story by Erich Segal – the sweetest post-midnight read of all times.

A tear in the making,

slowly ebbs out looking at the world around,

searching the reason for which it sheds,

the fault, the trigger,

apprehensive of everything around.

“But I am alone”, it says,

“Does the reason cry too?

Let me not be alone,

but better let us not be at all…”

If one of us cries, let both of us cry but preferably neither of us…

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isn’t it weird? hard to forget something you want to and equally hard to assimilate what you have to? things cannot be simple. complexity is a compulsive element. i want it out of my head since long but i can’t. i tried music, i tried reading.  it keeps on reciprocating. it manifests to a higher level, it lessens. it comes back. complex. weird. a bit calm now, but for how long? i do not feel like getting rid of the thought, but i so need to. if the person in the thought does not care, why should i give a f about it? it’ll get better. just a hope that it will. or if there isn’t any, then i pray for a ray. didn’t know that erasing would be so arduous.

what do i need? NO.

what i don’t need? YES.

With so many exams lined up altogether, and upto three in a day, this truly is a first hand experience of what hell must be like. Sleep deprivation, grey cells forcefully functioning to the multiple doses of caffeine and eyes deliberately stretched open. A week ends and the shitty schedule of the next is thrown upon us. And it keeps appearing more and more crapological. Yeah, thats what i like to call everything thats happening now. Its all a buttload of crap. Exams, thoughts, dreams? Ha!!! Fubar!