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...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
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.
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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
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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..
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..
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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..
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...
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...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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???
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....
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..
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...
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...
Thursday, May 05, 2005
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
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
Sunday, February 20, 2005
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..
My first blog..thank God..
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