Phase 7- The presentation
It was a bright cheerful morning. Atleast to Boss, who appeared in his new friday dressing, neatly scrubbed and drenched in cologne. All set to dazzle the discerning DIPians. I sat in the navigator seat feeling small in his extra large SUV, clinging on to the delusions of the Gowrnamentu, specially designed [...]
Gowrnamentu adutising-part 3
Phase 5 – The Brief
After two grueling days, I returned from Vidhana Soudha with my own understanding of the statutory warning inscribed on the building ”Government’s work is God’s work”. But I always doubted if they had misspelt GOD.
I got back to the agency with a feeling of triumph. The receptionist failed to see the glint [...]
Gowrnamentu adutising-part 1
I have reached a stage now, where I can say ‘back then, in our days, it was so much tougher’. Well read my side of the story, then you’ll agree that I am well within my rights to claim that.
With the same embarrassing dreams and stars in my eyes, I set foot into advertising with [...]
Halli daariyalli….evening hothinalli
It happens often. And it can drive you crazy. Atleast it happens to me. You suddenly remember a song, and then you want it badly. So badly that it can drive you insane.
It happened to me again.
From somewhere out of the blue, an old kannada song called ‘halli daariyalli’, started to haunt me. A song [...]
To hell and back-The final post
We took the turn that the hunters prescribed. A narrow opening just before the first bridge. The hunters had put it across very mildly.
It was not a turn. It was an incline that was almost 90 degrees. Like 89 or 88 maybe. Ok not less than 87 for sure.
Even Jackie Chan would have used a [...]
Bakasura Beedhi
Those who read it as beedi, let me correct you, it’s beed(h)i. Like in South India, when we put an ‘h’ we mean the ‘h’. We would spell Vidya as Vidhya, Tandav as Thandav, Dil will be Dhil, and we don’t forget the ‘h’ when we pronounce Mukesh.
Coming the point, Beedhi means street.
I am talking [...]
Dog is a DJ – Part 3
Life moved on. My life was filled with music, even when I wasn’t behind the console. I had gone crazy grooving to imaginary music all the time. The tracks would continue reverberating in my head even after I went to bed. I would put my head below the pillow, but I could still hear Ricky [...]
Dog is a DJ – Part 2
It was about 4 months. The shine on the DJ badge had begun to dull, and this cool pastime started seeming like a job. I could spot the cracks in the mahogany around. I knew which waiter was putting on an accent. I knew half the cocktail recipes. I could see a face and [...]
Dog is a DJ – Part 1
Un Dos Tres, Macarena, CocoJumbo, Barbie Girl, Samba De Janeiro, Don’t Stop Move It Baby, No Limit, Mata Oh Ah Eh, I’m Too Sexy For My Love, Tic Tic Tac…..
There was a time when these numbers ruled the charts. Coincidentally, there was a time when I was a part-time DJ, partly responsible for making all [...]
Apart-mental meetings part 3
After looking at her timer for a few seconds, Princi Face decided that it was now time for her to speak up. She unfolded her hands and cleared her throat.
Riverdale closed her Archie, put it beside and folded her hands, and took on her mom’s pose, relieving Princi Face to freely express her views.
“The [...]
