Thursday, February 25, 2010

Vacay Feet

This week has been anything but lax.
Despite what our feet might have you to believe.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Small Love

She walked into the room and peered in.
“You shouldn’t be here ,” she said in a soft distinct voice.
“Then where should I be?” he asked, gathering himself.
“Outside. With everyone else.”
“But can't you see? I’m looking for something!” he screeched
“In her closet? What are you looking for?” she said, her voice grazing higher.
He sighed, “Skeletons. I’m sure to find some,” and continued looking.


He was angry. He banged his glass on the table and screamed.
“You’re not the same person I fell in love with!”
She looked puzzled, “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’ve turned into a cheating, conniving, wretched woman,” he said.
“But I thought you already knew…” she reasoned.
“How would I know?” he yelled.
“Because you’re the one I cheated on my husband with a year ago,” she said looking utterly confused.


“Are you dating someone new?” she enquired
“Yes,” he nodded.
She panicked, “Who is she? Where did she come from? Is she tall, short, thin, fat?”
Looking away, he said, “How does it matter?”
“What does she do? Where does she work? Say something!” she said clasping his shirt.
“She’s fat”, he said, with his head bent down.
“Ok,” said she as she heaved a sigh.


He pursued her for days on end.
When they finally met for dinner she said, opening her menu, “I’m a vegetarian.”
“Then I don’t think this is going to work”, he said, shutting his.
“But I love jalapeños,” she said nonchalantly.
“Then perhaps we could give this a try,” he shrugged.


“She wants someone who can build her a home”, he said.
“Well…” replied his mother, “how are you going to compete with an architect?”
“Why not? I can build her a home just as well as can he,” he quipped stubbornly.
Said the mother, “But son, you don’t even know the basics of architecture!”
He replied, “Oh calm down, I played Tetris as a child, Mother.”

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Vintage Huxley

This kid actually does look like he would grow up, a little, and say,
'Alpha children wear grey. They work much harder than we do, because they're so frightfully clever. I'm awfully glad I'm a Beta, because I don't work so hard. And then we are much better than the Gammas and Deltas. Gammas are stupid. They all wear green, and Delta children wear khaki. Oh no, I don't want to play with Delta children. And Epsilons are still worse. They're too stupid to be able to read or write. Besides they wear black, which is such a beastly color. I'm so glad I'm a Beta.'

Meek V/S Week

I had a faint idea last Monday that the coming week was going to suck the life out of me.
So, I decided to battle it wearing cotton and color.
Flimsy shirts to combat sardine travel to work.
Yellow pants for days I needed constant assistance from the suits.
Loose lavender to make the sitting-with-feet-on-table a little more acceptable.
Purple pink stole for air conditioning that grazed Ladakh type temperatures.
Lots of white for when I was feeling like a sore thumb.
A sweet green summer dress to end the long week and yet, not look exhausted.
The constant? My brown, blue, white beads from Goa and silver from Colaba.
And, the other constant, bad picture resolution.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Tees for Stereotypes

'Chlorine is my Perfume'

For the four girls who spent a whole year swimming 30 laps with me every morning/evening at the pool on the hill,

Here's hoping we all walk out of a liquid blue and into a something interesting in the near future.

Because there's really no other perfume that smells like chlorine.

And that really is quite exquisite, in a perverse kind of way!

'Fuck Coke, Let's Get High on Design'

For all the digital natives who spend a significant part of their day allowing design to mess with their head,

Here's hoping we find white space presumably as amazing as white powder to sweep us off our feet.

Because, after all, beauty and brains and pleasure and usability always go hand in hand.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

On Valentine's Day

In the words of the very great shitmydadsays, " Nah, we don't celebrate it. Don't know who St. Valentine was, don't give a shit, and doubt he wants people screwing in his memory."
I think I might be in love.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Keep Calm and Have Lunch

Wisdom from the ages,
works like a charm,
especially when...

... you’re brimming with apathy as you struggle to find your heart and shove bits of it into the words you’re putting down for one of the many inconsequential welfare organizations around you while a big 6x6 inch Tupperware lunch box caked with mashed potato and cheese is sitting on your desk and staring at you since 10AM this morning just after you adopted the Pavlovian principle and placed it there to function as a ‘reward’ only to realize that the everlasting ennui had spilled over into noon, and now, as lunchtime has neared it's end and text continues being elusive, you have no other choice but to dig in, devour and hope that the delectable fat will bring back some of the things you lost; a little piece of heart, some salable soul, four kilograms of body mass and most importantly, a good helping of farce to spill sentences and ace fry day.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Some days...

...I’d rather see my brain splattered across the wall, than write things to make your heart melt, doll.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Chemical Burn

Tip #1: The point of this post is in the video and the last sentence. Only.
Tip #2: Use a pair of headphones and crank up the volume while watching the video.

A few months ago Trippyhippy threw me into the fire by asking me to script videos using Motion Typo.
For those of you not in the know, Motion Typo is a heady mix of typeface and video.
Till then, I’d been playing it safe with the pencil and eraser stuff; ideating, writing, mind mapping, structuring websites and trying to take in everything that the digital universe was throwing my way at ridiculously violent speeds.
This was my first solo video scripting project, in a format that the US had explored the time we were starting to explore Orkut.
But, thankfully, I was already half in love with data visualization, infographics and video hosting, so I spent the next 4 hours juggling between Vimeo and Youtube, alternately swapping windows to buffer and watch as much of word-video play as possible.

This was one of the first videos I came across. And it just stuck.
I assume, in addition to being so in-your-face-eyes-ears, it's also because it’s from one of my favorite movies, has the word 'chemical' and 'burn' in it and makes different parts of my brain want to split and scram in opposite directions!

Over the last two months, I’ve scripted half a dozen videos, which have turned out alright, not as good as I painted them to be, but talking about that would mean describing the writer-designer-vision-transference conflict, which in itself, is deserving of another rant.

The point being, every time I start on a new script I always go back to this video. I'm not quite sure what it is; Tyler Durden’s voice or ‘chemical burn’ or all the brutal screaming, but it just gets me going.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My Beautiful Week

My Twitter stream spells my woe.
It’s only Wednesday and I’ve already clocked in twenty seven hours at work since Monday when ideally, I should have clocked in just sixteen.
Ok, eighteen, tops!
It’s like the week decided to plot revenge for all the workdays I went gallivanting, all the Fridays I spent elsewhere and high on citrus and all the weekends I dedicated to two activities only, sleeping and painting shoes.
Yeah, this week pwns me.

Sunday, February 7, 2010


Because I have…

Woken up to M.C.Hammer playing on television or a tape recorder.

Gone to sleep with intoxicated people going crazy with M.C.Hammer in the room outside.

Know more than five people, apart from myself, who have completely unplanned ‘Hammertime’ sessions every now and then. And... you can't touch this.

And because... I have a dance step (which, I have been told, totally owns) I'm not embarrassed to break into every time someone shouts 'Hammertime'.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Friday, February 5, 2010

Fridays are back

Sometimes, when you get blindsided, you run in the opposite direction.
You don’t look ahead, you don’t behind, you just run.
Occasionally, that’s a good thing.
Especially when, after a vivid and almost sleepless night, turbo charged with all things ‘weekend’, the first thing your brain rushes to tell you on a lazy Saturday morning is, ‘There’s no turning back, yo!’.
And you just chuckle, because you know it’s true.
And then you laugh, because it's not so bad after all.
Oh and when I say you, I mean me.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Yes, we're only twenty four

Basakbabies' broken bones speak true.

BB: Feels good at home.
Me: Then stay there. I felt good eating Kima's lunch. It was better than mine.
BB: … or I’m just trying to make myself feel good...
Me: What would you rather be doing, if you weren’t at home?
BB: Work.
Me: Wrong answer!
BB: I was being practical. Unrealistically, I'd be on the twisties of the Himalaya, riding my bike alone, hunting for inner peace and the meaning of everything
Me: That's a lie. You don’t look for peace. You look for ... dubstep.
BB: Yes, dubstep is correct. It comforts me hence ‘promoting’ inner peace. Green grass and glitchy music.
Me: And greener grass? Promotes peace like Bob Marley?
BB: No, am not the Bob Marley kind.You know nothing.
Me: Why are you insulting me?
BB: Tit for tat.


Me: Are you still on Facebook?
BB: Nope. But the average broadband speed in Japan is 61mbps.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Rule of Love. Rule of Life.


I thought I neatly planned 2010, but it seems I irked it more,
Nudging, pinching and prodding me, that fidget I abhor.
December turned to January; sweeping old ghosts ashore,
And between the evils I picked, the one I’d never tried before.