Puppy Love

If this picture causes to go oww.. it's going to sell stuff. For sure.

The last few days have been spent looking at a group of what will be the most stone-hearted professional women (and men) in the years to come doing exactly that. Freud's classical conditioning example comes to mind.

Advertisers, Journalists, PR Pro's and Audio-visual Personnel. People who have the most juicily creative minds, people who put in so much heart into what they do, that they forget that they will need a heart for other things in life too. (Note that I'm training to be one too)

I've been interacting with Communication Personnel during whatever little career that I've had, and have found them to be the most perceptive, sensitive and emotional people. They are best at building armors around themselves, protecting against emotion and the lack of it.

Research has shown that more people in these professions die of stress-related diseases than any other. What little is left of their time from work is spent on networking (Read Protocols and all other such related jargons). The brainstorming leaves you with debris of the brain intact. Till the next time you manage to rattle it again.

This is so much fun. Where earlier I had the oppurtunity to see people lose their inhibitions, make a mark for themselves at work, this chance encounter with post-grad education lets me have a look at the way things are, how people, modelling clay like, are moulded into gilt-edged professionals.

The high that I will get 5 years down the line seeing one of these very human people, still (as of now) moved to tears by a moving piece of celluloid, drive that hard bargain. That'll render my learning, evolution and understanding of the Human nature a trifle more completed.

A surfeit of Intellectual snobbishness is often expressed by the lack of brevity in all that one has to say.

All that I wanted to say here is that I get pissed off each time I see the collective oohs and aahs in class each time an advertisement showcasing a cute puppy or baby is projected. The fact that this is my personal judgement, and the fiction that I write here to showcase it, are things for you to ponder about.


I will be posting images of some of the SUPW work that I've been doing. It is so much crap loaded onto some pages, it almost looks like all the ghosts of childhood drawing have come back.

I was into major mischief during Art class while at school. Once the teacher wanted us all to bring some foam to the class for some jazz that she wanted us to do with it. To make it simpler for class 3 kids, she mentioned that we can get 2 ft of it. I managed to somehow transform the news so that the next day, we had some 14 kids flowing around school with 2 metres of foam. It was fun for me, dismay for the school and the kids, and fuming for the teacher.

Another time saw me do spray painting on top of a finished oil painting to show my version of what it should look like.

That was that. I was banished from art class forever. The only kid to be left of the hook. Now the hook is stuck at the back of my neck. Causing me to render doodles that don't daddle. Frames that aren't a lot of fun.

Enough of this jazz. See ya later alligator. Till then remain what you are- A Super Duper Paratrooper.. I'm learning about colors you see. They make you know about their hue, color and intensity. How you can breathe in Blue and breathe out Orange to feel cooler. Whoa! That's a new one for me. I've been trying colored breathing. Isn't working yet.

The last paragraph is what all action and no talk does to you. Puts you in a shell where all you want to do is shout till your ear-drums burst. Like you are wondering to yourselves. What did you just read. Why did I write it. And why are you pondering about it again as you read this line.

Ciao. Hasta la Vista.

Would you like to restart your brain now?

Well, That just about sums up my experience here.. Pune, Oxford of the East.

Sorry I haven't been posting for quite some time here. Normal issues of House hunting, making friends, facing college life and all that jazz. As of today, I've managed to be late for my 1^st class till date, so you can say that I've been a good student. Things are going good as they should, and except for a state of disconnection from the rest of my world, things are just fine.

Being in School is fun. The teachers are fantastic, some of them beyond reproach. I've managed to be so mind-boggled by it all, that I've been accused by my roommate of talking in sleep with my teachers, discussing arcane things. The crowd around is a totally different ball game. The kind of questions that some people can ask in today's day and at the stage that I and my classmates are performing, it reassures you. That In this race towards the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, you know your 24K.

The last few days have been so photocopied in nature; I can probably compress all of their memories into one single day, and live them all over again. Get up, get ready, go to college, attend classes, hurry through lunch, and then just go on doing such things which vegetate your brain till you fall asleep of exhaustion.

There are some strange things happening off late. The more I think about them, the more flummoxed I get.

There is a strange feeling developing here. I've been used to being an authority position. I also knew that once here, I'm all the more eligible for having carried that halo with me, and other people wouldn't recognise it. The thing remains, that I've started taking a backseat from doing things. I've not applied from the Presidentship of a single thing till date. And I think, in scholastic achievement section of my resume, that's supposed to hit my long term career plans for being a leader.

How do you solve this one? Rest on your past laurels and let other people take the stage now, while you look at things from up there, your imaginary halo-glorified land? Or do you push, plan and parry like those ultra-competitive SOB's that you read about in Archer's novels about the successes they were because they chaired the alpha beta gamma phi there? Coming here, one of the things that I wanted to do, was to be Class President. Now, the ball game is entirely different. I really am giving this a thought. Why this break from the quest of power?

May be I'm losing it. Maybe I've lost the killer instinct that's required. The problem is, I never achieved anything through this route before. I just managed to my job honestly and things happened. Life has been good to me. I never had shitty colleagues, indifferent bosses, and unsupportive office cultures to contend with. Life's not given me enough to whine about, to show my discontent and want for attention through my quest for power.

So what should One do? Kill the golden goose of ambition once and for all? The thing that is supposed to take you to the top? Or believe the Gita, and keep doing your karma, till the Lord delivers you the corner office? These are things better left to destiny they say. And So I WON'T.

Be with me all this while, as I now thrust and parry with my own self. One the 6'3" giant with a booming voice ready to intimidate people, and the other, the humble humane homo sapien, trying to lead the life of mental austerity.

This is going to be fun. What say..

Ohh. And on last thoughts, let me not be so inconsiderate to not mention that I've managed to get some great friends around me. People who keep me happy, irritated, frustrated, gargling with laughter, listening with awe, admiring with glee and fascinated with fracas, not exactly in that order. Brilliance does exist in this world, and some of it is floating right around me these days. ( I can be in a happy and Non-confusing state too, you see..)

 

Ciao

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    What is happening here is a very strange thing. I'm using MS word to send a post straight to Blogger. I don't believe that MS and Google can be such good friends. Let's see if this works. Will keep you posted on this.