Aug 30, 2012

until life responds back...

     "And above all else, remember : Life is infinitely more awesome than what you see on a postcards and Facebook photos." With this I ended the conversation with the friend who was mulling over the fact that he feels trapped and that life is just not shaping up the way he wanted. Sure, we've all had the moments of crisis. We've all done considerable soul searching and panicked. But it is easy to forget how perfectly life works out. When you are down, you believe that things never work in your favor. But if you look back, you see that, in many cases, things happened exactly the way they needed to be.

     My friend's brother just travelled all the way across the globe to Brazil. Took ample pictures with Cristo Redentor, walked on the sandy shores of Copacabana. Posted around 200 pictures (seriously!!!) on Facebook just to make sure everyone knows he made it there. It was both of their dreams to go there. And now that his brother made it there, gives the considerable reasons to get some mini pangs in his heart. I understand the feeling completely. I mean, if life had been as I imagined it to be I'd have travelled half the globe by now. Not to mention how incredibly filthy rich I thought I'd be by this time. We've all got the word for it, "DREAMS." And simply because its not happening now doesn't mean it won't happen ever. Sometimes we eye the grass on the other side of the fence so much so that we forget and ignore the green pastures under our feet. And pastures aren't bad either. My friend, still young, has done pretty good job as well - he's got a decent job, steady relation (5 years is good), travelled a lot (and sure Brazil is not too far). Sometimes, we just need to butt our head against the wall and come back to our senses. For all I know his brother is stalking my friend's Facebook and feeling bad over tons of stuff he's missing out on (including the friend like me, yay)! So dear blog buds don't you dare to forget that the  life is infinitely more awesome than what you see on a postcards and Facebook photos. Keep dreaming until life responds and gives you a grizzly hug. Stay insanely happy.
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Aug 28, 2012

Chocolate and Temptations



Nine out of ten people loves chocolate and the tenth one always lies.

My oh my!!! What do they have in this  chocolate (or is it ice-cream?)

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Aug 26, 2012

Virgin Mary examines a pregnancy testing kit (gasps)!


     "Awesome WTF Art Historical-esque ad!" A New Zealand church unveiled what some are calling a highly controversial billboard showing the Virgin Mary holding a positive pregnancy test.
     Defending the poster, the vicar, the Rev Glynn Cardy, said: "Although the make-believe of Christmas is enjoyable, with tinsel, Santa, reindeer and carols, there are also some realities. It’s about a real pregnancy, a real mother and a real child. It’s about real anxiety, courage and hope. Mary was unmarried, young and poor. She was certainly not the first woman in this situation or the last." One of the suggested captions reads, "If I say I'm a virgin, mum and dad won't kill me." Classic Renaissance painting ♥.
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Aug 24, 2012

revenge is ice-cream :P


If revenge is sweet, and revenge is best served cold, am I correct in presuming that revenge is ice-cream? #google'd thought.

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Aug 19, 2012

happy-ever-afterness :))



"There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate, it saids the gods have a red thread around everyone of our ankles and attached to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it'll never break." - Touch.
     I know not what destiny is. I know not what destiny means. I know not if I am a believer of destiny. But daddy destiny sure is an interesting thought. Probably connecting with so many of blog readers just like yourself is what they call destiny. Come to think of it - We aren't related, are we? We aren't from same place, are we? But we are connected somehow. May be this is destiny. When I started this blog - I was like a kid in a new city, new country. It started with formal salutations. Later progressed to semi casual conversation. I decided to join twitter and there I found people who so enthusiastically supported me. And now, a year later, we still talk. May be this is destiny.
     I left my home to pursue education. It was all new - country, city, language... everything. 5 years later I marvel at what life has given me. Friends I call family. Job and life I esteem. May be it was my destiny to come here and meet them all. Must be destiny, must be.
     I know not what future has in store for me and I know not what destiny is. But I thank all of you who came into my life and made it merry. I hope destiny brings us faraway travels, beautiful moments, cash to flash, worthy fame, good life, happy-ever-afterness and so much more. Here's wishing you all better days and new friends. :))
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Aug 18, 2012

Saturday!

     Get out and do something stupid that you might regret later but will be good memeory to laugh at when you are 60. Life is too short and Saturdays come only once a week. I hope you make some drunken stories tonight. Much love blog buddies. I know you love Saturdays and I hope this Saturday loves you back just as much. - 18th August '12. :))
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Aug 17, 2012

Delicious "United Colors of Benetton" once again. Jesus and The Last Supper.

     Benetton, please feature me in one of your print ads. ♥ I've always been in love with Benetton's provocative print ads. Some might argue Benetton is trying to attract the consumers by provocation rather than inspiration but to me Benetton campaign is art / social commentary, and not so much of an advertising. To some this might invite interest, particularly amongst social commentators and advertising aficionados, but I think that the shopping majority (and it is a mass market brand) will be confused by the aims of this campaign or potentially confronted by it. Challenge and irreverence has a place in advertising, but it needs to be relevant and motivating to the brand and sadly Benetton adverts are so irrelevant to its products. I've already posted some pics related to "Unhate-campaignof Benetton. Here are two of my other favorites.

"The Last Supper." Can't have a religious icon without Benetton butting in.

There were a number of ads featuring HIV in one way or another, such as the famous photo of dying AIDS activist David Kirby taken in his hospital room in the in May 1990, with his father, sister and niece at his bedside. The photograph by Therese Frarewent on to win the 1991 World Press Photo Award, but whether or not this harrowing picture was an appropriate advertising image was widely debated. Some suggested it was more exploitative than supportive with AIDS activists saying that its use in advertising portrayed AIDS in a negative light, spreading fear rather than acceptance. The implied connection between the deaths of David Kirby and Jesus provoked outrage in many markets.


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Aug 10, 2012

5 Fantasy Exit Strategies


     I'am used to discarding the forwarded e-mails. But as destiny would have it, I happened to read this particular one. I know nothing about its original source nor do I know as to who is the author. Its beautiful nonetheless and definitely worth a blog share. Do read. :)

5 Fantasy Exit Strategies

1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute to Manhattan during the week and put in hours at a menial publishing job. Drive home to New Jersey on weekends to swim in the pool and cry to your mother. Smoke Gauloises on the fire escape. Let yellowing issues of Rolling Stone and Vogue pile into a protective fortress around your bed. Listen to Cat Power. Fall asleep mostly naked beneath the duvet watching Sports-center and drinking earl grey. Date a Yankees fan and kiss his hands on the 4 Train into the Bronx.

2. Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.

3. Run away to Los Angeles. Sublet a studio in Venice three blocks from the beach. Listen to top 40 radio. Go to Chateau Marmont and charge drinks you can’t afford to a long-dormant credit card. Sleep with a television actor who lives in the valley. Sleep with a musician who lives in Bel Air. Break things off with both of them when gas prices begin to rise. Find Gilda Radner’s star on the Walk Of Fame and swallow a sob when you see the filthy cement around her name is cracked. Walk through the Venice Canals until the sun sets and you forget your own name. Call your mother crying from the parking lot of a 24-hour Ralph’s supermarket. Tell her you want to come home.

4. Run away to Paris. Gaze at the pink and pistachio glow of macarons in the window on Boulevard Saint-Germain. Listen to Joni Mitchell. Meet an Argentinean man in the Latin Quarter for drinks. Melt into his accent and kiss him goodnight, but return to your apartment alone because his face doesn’t look enough like the man’s you are trying to forget. Get lost in the Richelieu Wing of the Louvre, admiring Napoleon’s fine red damask. Walk alone along the Seine in an old dress, ten-dollar shoes, and an Hermes scarf. Fumble with the locks on the fence overlooking the river. They all have lovers’ names etched into them and the girl who left the red heart-shaped lock has the same name as you.

5. Run away to Martha’s Vineyard. Write heartbroken stories during the day in front of a large fan that blows curls of humid hair across your tired face. Take a waitress job at The Black Dog at night and try hard not to drop too many trays. Learn to ride a moped. Pretend you’re a Kennedy. Listen to Carly Simon. Eat hand-churned ice cream out of waffle cones. Visit the flying horses and consider how many girls just like you have sat on the same horse clutching for the same brass ring. Get stoned and dance barefoot down the length of the eroded Jaws beach. Date a Red Sox fan. Yell at each other during baseball games, and then kiss and make up between tangled sheets.
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