dull

The days have been passing in extreme sadness....'There has been no respite in the way that things have shaped up....there is nothing that has ever satiated me....Its nothing that I can talk about....I don't have anyone to share my pain with.....

My TV Commercial

The morning locals hurtled noisily into the Howrah Terminus. People started pouring out of them and flooded the entire station. An equally strong train of men, women and children rushed in from the opposite direction.

In the midst of all this, a girl stood patiently waiting for her father, fighting off the excruciatingly pungent smell coming from some hidden source. Yet, there was a sense of calmness on her face. A sense of the subtle joy of going back to her home…. Home….

She then tried to take out her bottle, when almost suddenly four almost fragile looking men carrying two stretchers pushed her and walked past. A badly bruised man and even worse looking woman were on those wooden makeshift stretchers. The peace escaped the girl’s face and almost instantly she turned grim.

She wondered why uncertainty and pain existed at all….

In another few minutes she could see her father emerging from the crowd. She caught herself from being torn apart by the gloom and looked at the Boro Ghori - “Life still goes on….I will do something to make it better….for me and for all those who are there….”

.....today.....

Why is the day so dull
Why is the weather so pale
Why don't the flowers blossom
Why don't the squirrels run
Why is everything so quiet
Why is everybody so unknown

Nothing seems to rouse me
Nothing seems to cheer
Nowhere do I feel like going
No place seems to be dear....
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I know something remains
Somewhere deep inside my heart
....Taking me to some other world...
Making my world so apart....

I see myself being led away
I see myself trying to get free..
What is this...
and why is it so
I ask and scream
.....But....where did my answer go.....

And then the sun rises
the rays light up my face
Chill air blows
and ruffles through my hair
Somewhere the clouds gurgle
little droplets fall
............
And then....almost suddenly....
......the shield breaks........
Colours of joy fill up the space
Beauty seems to make me warm
Hope sneaks in through the black
Desires replace despairs
..........
..........
Nothing had been so enriching
So pure...
And so beautiful..
As it has been today

When tiny little spheres have
Quenched my parched heart and
Sailed me Away.........

Khan vs Big B

And so when the Khan tries to ape the Big B, do things fall in place...

one land, one mllion minds....

The need is to make your brand intrinsic to your consumer's life, like a brisk walk on a misty morning, a hot cup of tea on a cold evening, a morning newspaper in a desolate hill station or a glass of chilled beer after an intense cricket match played at 40 degree celsius.

It's a sign of reassurance that all is well with the world. It's an emotional bonding with the moment, and the brand.

____and i was a child again!____

The Landscape lies remorseless;
The express train hurtles away,
Just then! a drop falls on my lap;
and aah! to my Childhood........... I am carried away.......
.........................
Every season had its fun,
Every fest had joy and delight!
Memories of the childhood
Are so bright................

As I would relish the home-made sweets,
The pitter-patter of the falling rain wouldbeckon me;
I would run to peek and try to sneak..........
but oh! my mom was there to see

As the Monsoon departed in its dripping glory,
Autumn came...time for a walk;
Crunchy leaves would carpet my path;
Chill air caress my arms....

The festival season is then on its onset;
Dussehra, Diwali, Christmas,Id.......
and........November weddings were always a treat;
And how I loved making new year greets!

Winter would then leave reluctanatly,
Holi would trudge in too earlyand slowly the clime would become drowsy;
me and my dolls would stay dizzy..........
.........

Glossy memories played in my mind...
And on an impulse I alighted on the station.....
......The liquid needles fell on me .........
...................And I was a child again!

____save our souls____

Aback and disconcerted
She abandoned her native
Abasing and abetting was all that was going on there...
The ruthless mankind,The abhorred rituals,All had repelled her..

Nothing was satiating,Everything was bitter..
She found it hard to understand...
How can man's intellect be so absurd,
How can he refrain from learning the good,
All this was so hard to assert

AbusesAddictionsAgonyAgitations.....
All were eating up the humanity...
It seemed as if life would not never proceed.......................

.......And so she leftand left for the good...
In her quest for a better place,
She left that abbatoir...
far behind her...
Looking for a free space...

In search of her balsam,
She braved all storms, every hail;
She knew that she had to take back the goodfor those tortured aborigines...
But...her search would never end

The barefaced evil was so barmy....
Wherever she went..
she found the ugly head of the bad....
and then she despaired...
how could she ever find her basil

She understood,she had to return
Return to her homeand
Speak for the dieing intellect
Speak for the goodness..
Oh she was so bemused
She came to know that she can never find the sun on the soil

She understood that she now has to toil
To make her men understand the worth of their lives
To teach them the better use of their knives
She now stopped to bemoan
She was ready for her benediction
But..............no........... she was late

The mankind was already.......on the verge of Extinction..............

white flag........

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