DAY 2 - let your brains work

As i walk into theResidence side of W, i icked up my mind from the lobby which i had left there the previous way. if i did any thinking about the concept. that was when i was in the hotel yesterday. coz wen u get out, u have a 100 things in mind. creativity and busy are two words that doesnt come along together for me. either b creative or b busy. i have this ideas playing in ma mind. after all, being a part of this ad is a dream come true. a video ad, that too for doha film institute is something like a dream. i am happy i woke up at the rite time to realize that dream. When Claude and us sat together, each of us got 2 chances to speak up the concepts we had in mind. pretty much interesting, all were different. its amazing how people put one thing in a hundred different ways. the 2 ideas I presented came back to me like a boomerang with a dozen queations in it. but i succeded in the third one. Claude started laughing as i presented a funny concept and he said here we have a winner. but I am not sure yet. coz when i start thinking, better ones come every now and then.

we split into 2 teams of 3 each. now the real game begins. its frustrating when you want one idea and others are not happy with it. and its more frustrating when others come with an idea and you know that it sucks. but then there need to be teamwork. and i am not someone who want to stuff my concepts to others if they are uncomfortable with. all together, from 15 concepts, we have to choose 2 form each team. and if you choose the wrong two, you kill those nice concepts left behind. so.. it s tough. we arent all time ad makers. this is a first for all of us. and we all wanted to give our best try. cos it's us and cos its DFI. the best concepts survive to be alive when we switch on the camera. rest die young. may b die for the moment,

DAY 1 at Doha Film Institute (http://www.dohafilminstitute.com)

Todays day 1. I received an email and sms with the change of venue from cultural village to W hotel (http://www.whoteldoha.com/). Wow!! As I park and walk into the residence side of the hotel, I am filled up with a lot of anxiety and excitement. I hope I will walk out feeling satisfied of a great job done. When the lift stops on floor 22, I enter the room with some one else, selected as same as me, and meet Robb. Claude joins in and tells us that we r d early birds. While I take a look around the plush living room and d open kitchen adjoining it, claude gets into small talks as to break the ice. Robb and claude looked like nice persons to work with. Within few minutes, everyone else poured in. Ahmed, looked determined and serious. Abdulla was kind of a shy qatari. Nada and jawhar wer the ladies in the group of six with usman, a pakistani guy whose been into tv productions and ad films and finally me. We ve been chosen to make a commercial to promote a viral ad for DFI!! My holy whatnot!! They chose us from the applications they recvd. We were all from diffrnt background but we all loved either advertising or directing. So they teach us how to direct an ad film, from a to z and beyond it. Well... What started as a workshop to making ad films will end up making an ad that will b seen on the web in a few weeks. I am all excited to b among the chosen 6. Coz DFI(http://www.dohafilminstitute.com) isn't something small. It's young but it's gigantic. Its the root of a much bigger tree. And Claude, who will act as our creative director in d first half of the workshop isn't nothing less than an expert either. As we talk, we discover more about each other. I felt proud to b part of a team. Claude (http://www.claudeelkhal.com/) is one person to b with. He's been in the industry and worked for the giants. He's a giant himself with all those ads and short films under his credit.(http://claudeelkhal.blogspot.com/) Well.. After we had tea and some bicuits, the client walks in to give the brief about their requirement. She's this tall lady (robb said some one from DFI, strong and tough enough to be a client will come for the client briefing), contrary to what all robb said..Robb, I bet you havent seen tough ladies ;)

With a one hour session of Q&As , we get a picture of what the client needs. well this pictures, we are gonna color up, add some spices, pour our brain into it, think ideas out of our asses and make it into a viral/commercial.. wow!! the thought that i will go thru all the process of creating an ad makes me feel so good.

once we were done for the day, i went jogging down the corniche. i always have a pair of jogging shoes, tees and tracksuites in my car. (Coz i always come up with reasons not to jog. so i dont want this one to be a reason). And if you ever see in newspaper that i was caught by police nude in car, alone, please understand that i had this urge to jog and I was changing to jogging dress. ;)

back to class

Tomorrow is a big day. I ve been selected to attend a 10 day workshop on advertising conducted by doha film institute. I am so excited.I feel like I am back to college after a gap of 4 years!!!its gonna be nice wen u sit back, listen to wat experts say and find yourself. In a group with 'classmates' around. What's excites me more is that its an advertising workshop. Something I love to do and I do for a living. Hope to meet a lot of creative minds. People at Doha film instotute and doha tribecca film festival are someone noce to be with. Its gonna b mind blowing. And for the first time, I plan to not bunk! Ofcourse its not an accounting class rite? Plan to blog everyday with its happenings.

ITS WRITTEN ON MY FACE.. I AM NOT BORN TO BLOG

Time Flies by

lazy friday morning and i open up my blog ...It says me 'man u r not born to blog'
I see blank pages for the past year. My life wasnt that balnk for the past 12 months. i feel sorry for those wonderful days i havnt put on the pages. Its like i passed thru a year without bothering to scribble on the blog screen so that i can go and check it out for the rest of my life.

but this year has been so pictorial.
What happens when you have a nice photographer friend who doesnt get bored of u? u end shooting so much and put them all over orkut and facebook. I always scare when's that call coming from google saying 'man, u upload more fotos on our server and u gonna pay for it'

fridays have changed a lot..
from usual morning drive to Landmark Mall and the coffee and salad (my food tastes are as weired as me) , it's now vada, masala dosa and filter coffee at saravan bhavan, the best place for veg in qatar. and not alone, I have started this habit of calling all ma friends and pulling them out of bed and draggin them to saravanbavan. (in a group mail, nuwaid says me it doesnt matter how many guys i pull out of bed on friday mornings, he says me to count how many gals i pull into bed for the rest 6 days. who nuwaid? wat nuwaid? i dont know him. may b hes talking of another mufeed)

the banks of kunnamkulam

some one from kunnamkulam, a face famous for duplicates of everything, told me this story..

it seems a fake currency guy made a 7 rupees currency and went to a kunnamkulam shopkeeper to ask for change..

the shopkeeper gave him back a 4 rupees and 3 rupees currency!

lazy lazy me

its easy to calculate how lazy i am... i got a 3/365... i open my blog this fine morning and see that lazy me have posted only 3 posts in 2008 (4 more days to get over) which was really a wonderful year for me. thers nothing that i can blame upon.. theres internet at home and work, there laptop at home.. i get in and out of orkut a dozen times a day but then never cares to scribble down in ma blog.

lot of trips..loads of traveling..late night works, too much movies, sweet short vacations and roaming around in the indian cities, enjoying the lost memories thru it, paani puri, autorikshawas, vada @ shaanthi sagar, the endless walk at juhu beach,the last minute run to all the airports i ve been to this year, the wait for the red trolley @ conveyor belts, buying 10/20 rials stuffs @ naif souq, friday morning coffee at starbuckks, the daily mint tea @ bluemoon and the most...the great souq waqif.

i love going in and out of qatar coz it keeps me fresh in this 'not so happening' place..

i miss ma bangalore

i miss bangalore and the life there. wen u live in some place for a long time and u have good memories there, it seems like you are still there a bit. cant forget all the good old days we spent in bangalore. the rain, the bike ride in the rain, the long drives to the coffee days on mysore road.. bangalore is where i started loving coffee.. coffe is a culture in BLR. the ambience and the crowd at coffee shops are awesome.

at bangalore, i started finding out myself. long long hourse spent at the british library, the walks thru cubbon park, chats and puris, movies at pvr and finally, all the parties i ve been to and all the beautiful people i met there. u never feel u r alone or bored. walking thru mg and brigade roads are entertainments in all sort. shoppingg..hmmm... levis the most.. they paint ur heart n head with red. i have got bitten by the brand bug from bangalore. shud put that blame on my salary and the call center culture.. now, i have a huge collection of differetn brands when it comes to dresses.

of all the things most, i miss ma friends from bangalore..
some kannadigas are really sweet..

whyte

whyte starts with a lot of hope. i have no answer to people who ask y such a venture at this small age. but i have thought enuf and partnered up with the best before i start this. and i am sur i have a clear path in front of me.

the name whyte came thru a small elimination round, wer me and rafy sat down and scribbled down the names that came to our mind.

whyte, denotes the color white and stands for our positive approach to life, that has given us the strength and courage to start this small venture. we plan to b a brand, that creates and designs brands at an affordable rate. lets see wer it reaches. everyone talks about starting business but noone thinks about the hardwork and mental willingness behind. u need values and beliefs to hold on to when you feel u r falling. u need the energy to soar high when ever things go wrong. work hard, hard and hard. learn from mistakes, learn from people. at the end of the day, u shud have a lesson done. just like ur school.

where do i vanish?

suddenly, i am here, coming out of thin air once in a blue moon, just like i have been doing all these months to my blog. well, i am here, very much here in doha, busy with whyte.

sometimes, an unwanted laziness shoots thru my spines keeping me away form things i love to do, just like this blog, untouched by my keyboard for a good long time.

so what i ve been upto? been to india again!! partied at spinn and tyka, met old (?) friends and back back back home..to doha..

it takes me to pull my ear and drag me to write this.. but when i start typing, i am the same old chatterbox. so i ve finally decided that i will keep writing.. coz years after.. its nice to read what i ve been to and been thru.

3 lovely weeks in india

hi all, i am back.

3 weeks of pure india. 21 days of autorikhaws drives,clubbing, heavy rain (god save the umbrella),bike rides in rain, bumpy bus drives (half kilomter looks like a 104 hole golf course) and strikes.. but theres nothing like getting up in the morning and walk five minutes ignoring the drizzles and going to the near by shop for two vada samabar and hot coffee.

i ve been to roller coaster rides but then this time i had a real ride for some extra cash. god would have wondered if i became religious all of a sudden coz i would have called Him that many times. 12 kms form chennai airport to a friends house. for the first time in my life , i wished if autorikshaws have seat belts. between the buses, flying high on the humps, rubbing shoulders motorycles, exchange of x rated words with other drivers and finally when you reach the destination, you know you have to pay high for the real life roller coaster ride, 250 rupees for 12 kms!!

mukesh ambani may be the worlds riches man, but rural india still have houses without electricity. and the metros have brands and business like you never see even in qatar. an unbalanced act..?

the heavy metal star in Malappuram!

theres a heavy metal music icon making waves in malappuram.. guess what we call him..IRON MEIDEEN..!!

Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
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Seems to be a worldwide/common problem, or not?

back home

here i am.. back to doha. happy and peaceful.. thank god i am out of dubai. of course there is nothing like meeting a lot of people whose faces were buried deep down in memories for a decade (yes! esactly ten years) , but life in dubai is all a rat race. too much traffic, people takes hours to go and come back ... dubai,s got that.., dubai 's got this.. dubai ,s got the tallest that.. its got the biggest this.. BUT.. how many indians do enjoy this..? i swear none of u have dined at burj al arab or enjoyed the beautiful beach from palm jumeira's royal suites... but still all of the people there get their own share of worries of hectic life... dont know wen doha too will be like dubai. surely in the near future.. but then.. lets get out here before it.

Back to Dubai

Few more days to go and i will be in dubai for a couple of days
eagerly waiting to get abck to dubai.. i know its not gonna be that same it used to be. 10 years would have made a biggggg difference.. especially to a ple like dubai.but i sure gonna get nostalgic. looking forward to visiting lot of people over there. all excited about it. I wish i could goto my school and see if any of my teachers exist there. its not the same building anyways.. so the teachers are the only thing i am looking forward to. i wish i could meet all the poeple whom i knew tyears back. who wer my neighbours and friends. hope it takes me, atleast for a minute, to the past..!

Phew... we've got a lady President!!

today, India's first lady president took oath. Medias all over the world gave undesirable highlights to her and India. Today will turn into another historic day for India. But it's all bullshit. Nothing else matters as long as people die of hunger and millions go jobless. Who ever the Puppets come in and go out, it doesnt make a bit of difference to the common man. Poor become poorer. We dont care if its a man or a woman or an animal that sits at the head of the nation. All that matters to us is good infrastructure and better life. I dont thing our lady president could make a difference to that. It may be a BIG thing that a Lady is the president now.. but does that stop from thousands of woman being harrassed? that doesnt bring down the rape rate or stop girl childs being killed before they are born. Democracy Sucks. Politics in India Sucks big time.

Real heoros are those who make difference to peoples lives. May be Matha Amridanandamayi or Sai Baba. they provide free healthcare,education and shelter.You can call it Holy Business, Marketing the religion et al.. But I dont find it wrong in people calling them God.. coz wen you stand at a dead end in life... who else could be the God other than who provides you all these ??

The politicians will always pray for another natural calamity.. coz they got to eat the relief fund.

I dont find any one letter word to describe wat i feel about politicians. @#$%^&*......

College life......the beginning...

some people have been buggin me to write baout ma college life..anyone who knows me better wouldnt have asked me to coz i havent attended classes much to write about it.. I was a bunker and i encouraged bunking !!! my sort of brain wash for all the nerds!

For me college life is bangalore life

my first college..SCTIT.. Mufeed Ahmed EEE027.. that was my identity
me among few kannadigas , malayalees and northies...
all wer dead creatures. i dint have much fun..
even though it was late, i found out that engineering was not my cup of tea. i realised that i would be a person who want to sit in one place and do things. i realised that i will have to sacrifice four beautiful years in my life if i have to be an engineer. i could have been an engineer. but i am glad i am not. i had two options. be an engineer but then, i cant be anything else in life. or be someone who will make use of the skills i already have and enjoy these days in college. i found out that i was losing myself in the process of being an engineer. where is the me that who always was cheerful and flew like an independant bird..? where is the me who reads and writes and enjoys music? why should i live life from semesters to semesters? push myself over some derivatives and integrals which wont help me in any way..? i came from ansar school. we are like a family . i wasnt happy with a place where professors even hesitate to bend their lips an pass a smile. i just cant bury the real me for another four years . that was a big sacrifice which wasnt worth it. fears like job satisfaction and career rooted in me. no. i am not going to be in front of the comp or stick to something .. more than all, i dont want this four years in bangalore to be "wasted"..

when i left the engineering studies after 6 months in college, (a million thanks to my dad), i had a hundred people to ask me wat u did... "i dint feel like studying that anymore" was the only answer i gave.

there ends my engineering life. a dead chapter in my life. no more physics and chemistry. no more strugglings with mahcines in the workshop. no more chemistry at college.. a new life begins. the part i enjoyed the most

venus and mars... something to argue

ROMANCE MATHEMATICS

Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy

OFFICE ARITHMETIC

Smart boss + smart employee = profit
Smart boss + dumb employee = production
Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion
Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime

SHOPPING MATH

A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn'tneed.

GENERAL EQUATIONS & STATISTICS

A woman worries about the future until she gets ahusband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets awife.
A successful man is one who makes more money thanhis wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

HAPPINESS

To be happy with a man, you must understand him alot and love him a little.
To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lotand not try to understand her at all.

LONGEVITY

Married men live longer than single men do, butmarried men are a lot more willing to die.

PROPENSITY TO CHANGE

A woman marries a man expecting he will change, buthe doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won'tchange, and she does.

DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE

A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of anew argument.

HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTINGMARRIED

Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, pokingme in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You'renext." They stopped after I started doing the samething to them at funerals.

FOR A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND
FOR THE SMART GUYS YOU KNOW CAN HANDLE IT.

Rain rain ... go away???

rain rain go away?why why..?
little johny wants to play..?
no no.. johny no more wants to playjohny is in front of computer..
hes hooked on to orkut
if not orkut, little johny want to watch cartoons in his plasma tv
little johny want to play cricket..?
nope. not that too
coz he dont wanna play on ground when he can team up with dravid and sachin in his play station 3..
then why rain rain go away...?

Remembering a Pussy

some thought about an affair with sweet pussy three years back
to all curious guys.. i am writing about a cat.

when amr gave me this pussy, it was too young..may be a few weeks old..
i put the pusy in a cover and hooked up on ma kinetic.
this little thing started getting nervous when the scooter began to move..
it jumped out of the cover, jumped to my lap,legs on my pocket,pussy on my shoulder!!!!
what a scene for a crowd drinving bye...
4 kms in a crowded but fast moving road with a pussy on a shoulder..
anythign else would have been fine but not a pussy..an eagle, a falcon.. atleast a parrot

when i finally reached home, the tiny tot was still nervous and all hairs up!!!
we gave a new room to the new comer..
no furnitures.. just a big room with some toys in it..
all those who call me were a bit surprised and shocked heraing the "meow meows"
visitors had fun playing with this tiny tot
i never knew we wer pampering it too much unless i noticed changes in its behaviour
no matter wer we put it to sleep, it would wake up with me cuddled inside ma blanket.
i even started thinking..who is the cat and who is the master.
sometimes it acts like it bought me form the market paying some bucks
bangalroe life.. sometmes we run out of money. still this son of a bitch cat needs chicken and fish fry
and if u think we can giver her wat;s left over from our food, you are wrong..
she looks back like "you will have to find another pussy to eat that"
if the food is cold or a little old, it walks past u, which slaps u on the face, the message that cats dont need a middle finger to convey the message
we used to take her out for short drives in the car.
she grew plumpier and her behaviour became like those of arab kids.

but one day, she found the love of her life...and? RAN AWAY :(

Finally..I'm not JOBLESS

Finally.. after almost 2 months of "hunting", I landed up at the right palce. In a job which I have always dreamed of. . To be a part of a good advertising brands, working with major brands, To be a part of a creative team as well as Manegerial Team... And guess where i ended up.. BLACK COFFEE.!! well that's the name of the company I work for. A new venture in Doha by Dubai's famous ad firm, watermelon (http://www.watermelonme.com/) . I gotta Handle the Business Development as well as take care of the creatie works.. hmm... well. that means.. meetings with clients in suites in the morning.... and messing up with pencil and paper in the afternoon in a pair of old jeans and funky tees thinking of those "mind blowing (??)" concepts to present in fornt of clients....

Thank God.. I feel this Job's all interesting.. I love the two sides of my job after all.. u get to meet the decision makers of corporate jungle.. and you too get to decide what people should see in ads and in what way...

a new chapter in life startes here... all dreams of my design concepts and advertising views get a premature birth here in all of a sudden unexpected turn...

God Bless Misnad

Submitted by mufy on Sun, 24/06/2007 - 8:41am.
Qatari Culture

Ok here's another story.
We went to Al Khor to meet an Arab friend. The friend we went to meet was in deep sleep. So we thought to goto beach and return back when he awakes. It was around 3 in the afternoon. My friend who drives the car is too short and often couldn't see what's right in front of the car. There was a slope near the road and the car fell into it! The car got stuck over a big stone in the front. The car stands with front down into the slop. We tried for 20 minutes and nothing worked.. Then a Qatari in Landcruiser happend to pass by..
He stopped and asked us if we have rope. We said no. He parked his car and then went to nearby construction site and took a long and thin iron rod. It was full of rust. He came to us with it and he asked if we could see a hook behind the car - we looked and we never saw it coz all that part was hard top under the sand. Then he kneeled, and put his head under the little space uder the car. He put the rod through it and spend five minutes wrestling with the iron rod trying to get into the hook. We wer helping him from the other rod. Finally we were able to pull out the car.
He said ok and was about to leave as soon as our car was pulled out. I looked at the man... His thoube was fully stained with sand and crease from under the car. His hand was hurt catching the iron rusted rod. We thanked him alot and asked his name. His name was MISNAD. We understood that he was cousin of the friend whom we came to meet.
May god bless him. I include him in my prayers now.

too see comments from qatarliving.com : http://www.qatarliving.com/node/21540#comments

living in a chemistry lab..

someitmes, when i interact on QL (www.qatarliving.com), i feel like i'm inside a chemistry lab. You have to know wats acid and wat are bases. You can't end up burning your fingers. You just can't put the wrong mixtures in the same test tube. Some are spontaneous.. others take time to react..

Living in a cosmopolitan city and having friends from all parts may surely make you feel like that. Sometimes you have to say facts without touching anywhere. sometimes, truths are best when kept quiet. You don't know who gets hurt and when. you can't say 'damn america' and expect to see everyone happy. you can support iran but at the same time u can't hate america. You have to make sure thrice that something you say isn't going to make you a racist which you haven't even dreamt of. When you say answer to the life of a woman behind a veil, you are sure to be fired with the another round of unlogic questions. you can't get angry when others say bad about ur religion because how can you beleive in something you cannot defend? When someone posted a classified for a lady to share his flat.. everyone mocked at him... at the same time you go out with a guy, you are a gay!!!
some things are never meant to be understood..

more call center nights...

wen i stay awake at this hour in front of the comp wen everyone's asleep... it isn't strange wen call center days come to my mind..

waiting for the cab, getting into chatter with ur friends in the cab.. long drives along the ring road to office.. i was popular for my nap form the time i boarded the cab till i reached office... no matter how loud the music in the cab was, how loud the kannadigas laughed and argued inside,
no matter how sharp the turns wer and how sudden the brakes wer... i used to sleep peacefully til the cab reached the gate of the B2K campus.. ur cabmates wer someone u wer close to coz they always build a relation within the time u reached ur office and back home.. topics varied from the stupid qyuestions of customers to graffity mails received on the day, from songs in the FM to the gossips in the office (yup u guessed it right. there are gals in the cab). Sometimes the kannadiga drivers try to impress you by talking in english.. and u know how all the words end."sir....thisu sunday u comingu to officu?" some wer really talented when ti came to driving.. you would find yourselves in cab drives along the ring road.. you could have glimpses of trailors and other vehicles like a flash behind.. some ladies used to pray all the Gods they know before entering the cab.. some (gals again) send complaint mails..SIR..DRIVER RASH DRIVING.. TOOO FAST..

i'm confused.....

well.. i must admit i'm confused...
either to find a job and settle down until i think of something else...
or start something that's been in ma mind for a long time ...an ad firm in doha or somehting of that sort that's interesting and creative..

it isn't easy to start something..
hell load of hard work is needed... but i don't really know whom to start with or wat...
i just need a good partner and a good space. i'm sure we can win if we start it right now.. qatar market is yet to grow and there are lots of oppurtunities for fresh attacks...

peom against racism....

Here's something i got from the net.


Black Man Poem

When I born, I black,
When I grow up, I black,
When I go in sun, I black,
When I cold, I black,
When I scared, I black,
When I sick, I black,
And when I die, I still black.
You white folks....
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you white,
When you go in sun, you red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you green,
When you bruised, you purple,
And when you die, you gray.
So who you calling colored folks???

night life.....

wen i say night life.. it does mean the late night parties, long drives and all.. but more than that.. it means being in office, half asleep, taking calls..waiting for the sun to rise to mark the end of the shift...

well that's been night life for the past two years.. your complete system is upside down.. which body doesn't get confused wen u drink water every fifteen minutes from night till morning.. and which tummy is gonna be normal wen u eat lemon rice and bisi bele bath at 1 am in the morning..??

working in night does change a lot of things... physically, mentally, socially... u r completely out of planet earth...
u work wen ur freinds are sleeping.. and u sleep wen ur friends are at work...
u are on call with some angry american wen everyone snores at home..
they call u all the fs and bs for getting a credit card with high interest rates..
and u mute the phone and call him badwords in all the indian languages u know...
wen he says his social security number and u sleep at this end of the line, u ask him to repeat it another three more times..
wen he gets angry at u for that.. u say it's a sensitive data and u need to verify it many times..
sometimes.. u say u r from india and they say wow.. "i love ghandiji..."
other times.. they ask if u r an indian and they say 'u stole our jobs...'
once my friend krishna opened a call..the nest thing he said was "no nooo..i'm the human krishna!!". hope u guessed wat the whiteman at the other end asked...
and sometimes you end up with spanish customers hu spiks olly essappannniioo...they need sumbdy spikin spannishh...
i once argued with a lady because she wants to speak to my supervisor.. the reason si she hears an echo over the phone...!!!
but most of them are sweet... may be they belive that we have the authority to grant or deny credit card application for which they call..
most of them are too sweet.. and so curious about wat time is it at this end of the world....

the last time caught in web....

the last time i was hopelessly wandering thru the tangled web was wen i was working with b2k corp and our mail volume was less. we had to somehow complete 8 hours online and so just spend the time chatting and doing experiments on the web..

now two years later.. i find myself in a similiar situation. i wonder if i ever sat at home for 2 hours awake while i was in bangalore.. the scorching sun keepms me away from exploring doha till it's 6pm.. after 6, it's the usual crusing around... it's been the same for the past three weeks.. 3 weeks in doha went like.. phew... and haven't found a job yet... well.. that's hmmm .. yeah my friends say it's gonna take more.. last day i called a friend in dubai.. he's gonna kuwait to renew his visit visa.. he's been hunting there in dubai for 3 months and ended up with none..

i never knew i existed ...

is n't it coool..? u feel like u wanna blog, type in ur email to sign up and find that u already have a blog..? and read those blogs u wrote 2 years backk..? well that's wat happened with me.. well one thing for sure.. i'm gonna take it serious now.. i mean the blogs..

well two years have passed since i wrote my last blog.. i'm in a different home, different country...

i love to write.. and i'm gonna prove it here y i love to write...

oops...it's been a long time

oops.. it's been a long time..seems like i for got this.. more than 2 months and i never bothered to scribble down here.. many things changed.. i changed my team at office from music match ti alibris..alibris.com.. it is an online shopping site wer u can get used n new books..i got an appraisal in the company..phew.. that's good. na?

uppa's coming today morning from dubai..but whatcha doo i have office so i can't goto kerala..
did very bad in 2nd sem xams.. but guess what.. first sem BBM results r out n i got 1st class... 63 percentage..hmm.. pretty good...and in maths..i've scored 89.!!! hey..some thing that my mom will b proud about

with goodness in mind..

When i start to write this... i'm not sure if i'll continue to write it everyday.. or not even sure i'll be alive to complete what i write now.. but may be.. i believe..atleast i wish.. there would be readers for what i scribble down here.. not mere readers but listeners... because when u listen..u change..
My first blog..thank God..