Tuesday, November 3, 2009

joy

unadulterated


unfiltered


no holds barred sheer joy


the celebrations


the incredible adrenaline rush


The madness of it all



the problem is, to be able to feel that way, you’ve got to be prepared for the depths as well. to be able to feel those unexplainable moments of heaven, you’ve got to go through the worst pits of despair.



when we open ourselves up, to attachments, material, personal or otherwise, it opens the gate to a whole lot more. like a double edged sword.




remember that day? the best day you ever had? think about it. yeah, you do don’t you? the day when everything seemed right in the world. maybe you even felt you could do anything, absolutely anything you wanted to.



now imagine a day as dark as this day was awesome. sucked into the night. world falling apart. all alone. the universe conspiring against you. all of it.


why, why, why would you allow yourself to feel that? to put yourself through that?





just so that you get through it, and feel like this.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

the copywriter

i don’t write copy.












































i bring dreams to life.













i like making grand and dramatic statements. some would argue that i need the appropriate actions to go with them.





i think all i need is a good accompanying soundtrack.

tasty

or so i've heard. i don't think i've ever actually eaten licorice before.

licorice. i wonder how they came up with the name. i mean all these weird sounding ones. even the straight sounding ones. when you think about them they're actually quite intriguing. like a dongle. yes i can see your expression when you read that. know what it means? well it has nothing to do with what you think it does. but imagine walking up to a girl and asking her


"hey! wanna see my dongle?"


not very good. Plus she'd probably kick you in the place where you think your dongle's supposed to be.


but coming back to licorice. it doesn't even have anything to do with rice does it? then why call it that? is it a kinda rice you can lick? doubt it. when does rice taste so good? well actually it does sometimes. with chicken. and potatoes. and some curry. mmmmmmmmm...








i like being random and arbitrary.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

genius

what do you do when you’ve outdone not just yourself, but almost every single person in your field? set the bar that much higher, pushed the standard a notch further.

what do you do when all everyone else can is sit back and marvel at it all. a masterpiece; one of its kind.

what do you do when there’s only one word that can appropriately describe what you’ve just done?


























yeah. me too.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

the gradual acceptance of beauty

or can it be called that?

i may meet someone i think is ugly or, to put it politely, not good looking, but to a someone who has known the ugly person for a while, they could be the most beautiful human in the world.


i guess it’s based on getting to know people. you’ve been with them so long you actually judge their looks on the basis of their personality. their traits actually take on a physical appearance.


and it works the other way as well. How many times have you thought a guy or a girl was good looking until you got talking and got to know them better?






yeah. that’s what i thought.

almost

how can a day that was almost kissing distance from perfection, end with such a bitter taste in the mouth?

like a soap opera. not even as bad as one. but just about there.
not a perfect day. but it came close.
not even a bad day. but it threatened to become one.


but could this day have been better than it was? despite all this anger and frustration at the end of it.


yes. it could’ve. but not by much. not by much at all.



like i said. kissing distance.







almost.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

the stink

my adidas shirt stinks. all the time. through no fault of mine, mind you.

wash it, wash it again, wash it some more. and, like the uninvited ex who’s still infatuated with you and insists on gate crashing your wedding despite the numerous threats of court restraining orders, the stupid stink keeps coming back for more.





have i vented enough spleen? probably not, but that should do.
the work beckons.