PK convinced me into writing this as a guest post on his blog a few days ago. Re posting it on my blog... ------ I recently moved cubicles at my work place, and as fate would have it, I was now sitting surrounded by people in "Strategic Marketing".
Sitting next to marketing people has several perks - A free education in household matters, behavioral analysis and travel gyaan.And, in the spirit of spreading knowledge, I'd like to share some of the "Strategic Discussions" I've heard:
Strategy Discussion 1:
Lady #1: "Did you watch OSO?"
Lady #2: "Of course yaar - SRK is looking choooo goooood, OH MY GOD!"
Dude #1: "I don't know what you women find so attractive in SRK - he's old. Now, look at Deepika. God knows why she was cast opposite that oldie."
Lady #2: "Tune sirf Deepika ko dekhne ke liye film dekhne gaya kya?"
Lady #1: "What does your wife think about Deepika?"
Dude #1: "Tum sab mujhe marvaoge yaar!"
As the discussion headed off towards morality and marriage, I buried my head into Iron Maiden.
Strategy discussion 2:
Lady #1: "Heyyyyyyyy, welcome back yaaaaa!! How was Paris?"
They say marketing people have a way with words. This Lady had not just a way, but a big road - highway even, with words. What followed was 45 minutes of extremely descriptive, excruciatingly detailed description of Paris. It seemed like she described every single iron rod in the Eiffel tower, and when she ran out of iron rods, she described individual trees on all the roads of Paris.
I chose to listen to Megadeth this time.
Strategy discussion 3:
Lady #1: "Hello madam - welcome back!"
Unrecognized female voice: "Hey people, nice to see you all after a month!"
I peered out to see who this new strategist was. It's actually Lady #2, but now with a very heavy American accent.
Dude #1: "You landed 4 days ago na? Where have you been?"
Lady #2 : "No dear, I was so tired, you know. Like, there is so much pollution here, you know. I mean, I must have gotten an infection or something, you know. I thought I might have the flu, so I rested for 3 days. And don't even get me started on the Jet Lag - I mean, what's the deal with that?"
Lady #1 "Oh that's bad! Anyway, how was the trip?"
Lady #2 : "I mean, I was so excited to go on a US flight, but the flight had so many Indians! I mean, it didn't felt like a US flight, you know what I'm saying? I could hear people talking in their native language all the time, I mean come on, you know. It's a US flight for God's sake."
At this point, I felt like walking up to her and tell her the infamous "Thames nalli t..." proverb, but I exercised restraint.
I've had the pleasure of listening to many more of these strategies - Like "How to have head-bath with just half a bucket of water", which, by the way, is very useful.
Past - Sometimes we're reminded of the past. Sometimes we live the past all over again. The thing about past is that its definitive - obviously - that's something that's already happened.
Future - Sometimes we think about future. Sometimes we're afraid of the future. Sometimes we're eager to see the future. The thing about future is that its not definitive - again obvious - that's something that has not yet happened.
What about "present"? It was the future of the past and would be the past of the future. The thing about present is that no one can take it away from you. Sometimes we fail to realize this. I have failed to realize this. I don't know if I have realized this yet.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Time - the beginning Time - the end And all that's in between...
Can you remember, remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life... shadows of another day
And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain perfect strangers
I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life - Your tears are lost in falling rain
Whatever was going on caught the lecturer's attention. "What's the hungama there? Settle down girls", she barked. The girls piped down but all of them were content with this time's chosen one. She had a good track record. Almost simultaneously, everyone slipped into a flash back (in black and white) when the last time the same girl was chosen.
Meanwhile, one of the members from the opposite sex had been noticing all this - he knew all their reactions, all their thoughts, all their intentions all too well.
Once the lecturer walked out of the class, the girls start to gather around the chosen one - questions are shot at AK47 round speed at her. "What would it be this time?" "Are you taking speciality preferences?" "Will you keep up your track record?"
She silently listened to all the questions pouring down like mungaaru maLe. Suddenly she put her left hand up - like Sonia Gandhi. And then there was silence. An all consuming silence.
"All your wildest dreams might just come true tomorrow", she replied. Hearing this the girls went crazy - some of the goonda girls also started tapori whistling.
At this moment the HOD walks in and picks out 5 girls who she thought were causing enough racket, that she decided to throw them out of the class. The chosen one happened to be one among those 5. The rest of the girls have one question in mind...
"Will it still be as good as last time?"
The guy watching all this had a wry smile on his face.
As a hand went into the bowl containing chits having names of individuals, all of the 32 eyes of 16 female contestants opened up wide with expectation, their rates of heartbeat soared up. Starry eyed, they all hoped for the ultimate. Winning would give one of them an opportunity to prove herself as "the best" and probably win a second term by choice rather than selection.
C1 - "Who could it be this time?"
C2 (swallowing a piece of watermelon) - "No idea. I just hope its not the same as last time. It was not that good, was it?"
C3 - "I know, there should be variety from whoever wins this time!"
C1 - "Shhhh... here's the announcement of the chosen one..."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.... "And this time's chosen one is..." ... It seemed as if years rolled by as the words came out... "Miss ########".
The chosen one went into raptures, sky was the limit. No one could stop her from her celebrations. She seemed to have forgotten that she was in a classroom...
... To be continued ... __________________ * C1, C2, C3 - Contestants * Names omitted * This piece of writing is part fiction, part true happenings
Begin to wonder if I can ever get it right. Time rolls over, years seem to tumble, generations seem to pass... Each time I try I felt confident of success, but everytime, I bite the dust. What do I do? Where to turn to? What's left to do other than...
. . . . . . Try to lift yourself up... . . . . . . Make necessary changes... . . . . . . And run the goddamn test script again!
PS: The post tag "WTF" stands for "Worse Than Failure" - what were you thinking?!
Mind Blowing! I simply do not have words to describe yesterday's ground breaking gig of the British heavy metal gods.
I got into the arena at 3:15pm and was able to find a place pretty near to the stage. Then ensued a wait for almost 2-3 hours in sweltering heat. As FtN and then Parikrama started playing, we began to understand that we needed to move slightly backwards to get a better picture of the stage. We were able to find a place where the ground was slightly higher. Okay, who were "WE"? Myself, Murali, Girish, Gos (Non-fan), Avi, Avi's friends (Gnanavardhan, Tejus and 2 more), Arun (Arun got us free tickets :D :D).
It all started off with the campus rock idol winners FtN - a Delhi based band. Personally, I did not like their performance. The frontman lacked what it takes to control the crowd and get them going. And all their songs sounded the same. The rhythm guitarist was good but other than that... its better to say nothing.
Then came Parikrama - they were great! Better than I expected... "But it rained" was their best performance. The singer was able to get the crowd going and people enjoyed the music. But the crowd response was nowhere near to the ones seen in gigs like "Rock in Rio", "Death on the road(Dortmund)", etc.... THAT IS, ONLY UNTIL MAIDEN TOOK STAGE!!
There were some people getting doped out and acting crazy. So much in the front rows that Parikrama actually stopped in the middle of a song to send a message out to the crowd: "Guys, its your lives that is being put to danger here... Please stay safe and have fun".
Lauren Harris - Steve Harris's daughter - well what do I say about her?! Just take her last name off and she would not be known anywhere! Respect for Stevie among the crowd is what saved her from getting booed more than what actually happened!
All these performances ended at 7:35pm. Then started a seemingly long wait. People coming onto stage to get the stage, equipment and other logistics in place. At 8:15pm, all the lights went off and a dramatic opera type music started to build up crowds expectations. Out of nowhere sounded 4 strikes from Nicko's signature drums and out came Adrian Smith thundering the hit single "Different World" from their latest album "A matter of life and death"...
Tell me what you can hear And then tell me what you see Everybody has a different way to view the world I would like you to know If you see the simple things To appreciate this life, its not too late to learn
This was followed by a couple more hits from the new album. Then Bruce stopped to talk a bit about the tour and he made an honorable mention about the late Leon Ireland - the singer of Indian metal band "Moksha" and he dedicated the classic hit "Wrathchild" to him. This was a very touching and great gesture by Iron Maiden. They continued with a few more classics: The Trooper, The number of the beast.
The best moment of the concert was undoubtedly the song "Fear of the dark" - the crowd response to this song was out of this world!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooh ... I am the man who walks alone When I'm walking the dark road
at night or strolling through the dark...
The ingredient missing from this scene was lighted candles... man would that have made a great picture or what!! But whatever, that was the best best moment for me. Another great moment was the beginning of the song "For the greater good of God" - those who know the lyrics will know what I'm going to say... Unknown people chaining hands in the air in unity - that's something special!
The band then doled out the self titled classic "Iron Maiden" and exited the stage with Bruce saying "Thank you and Good night Bangalore!" The crowd were thirsty for more and chants of "Maiden Maiden Maiden Maiden" filled the air (along with plenty of dust too!). Maiden came back to answer the cries. Bruce talked about things he had heard about people waiting 17 years for this day and said that you guys don't even need to wait 17 more months to see a similar day again!! They ended the show with 3 more great songs: 2 minutes to midnight, The evil that men do and THE anthem of heavy metal: Hallowed be thy name.
The guitar solos were all pretty good. Dave Murray was his fluent self. Adrian Smith was razor sharp with precision. Janick Gers was a shadow of himself... mostly due to his leg injury. Even though he was wearing a metal brace on the right knee, he was seen doing some of his brilliant crazy stuff towards the end. Bruce - a guy almost 50 years old - singing for 2 hours, screaming and jumping around was surely a sight to relish! Such energy and crowd command - AWESOME!
I have heard people complain about the sound quality. But guys, this is the best sound quality I've heard in concerts of this scale and magnitude. Being right near the stage sometimes adversely affects the sound hearing. I purposefully was stationed a bit backwards to enjoy the music. The short video clips I recorded with my mobile phone have audible and comprehendible audio quality!
I got home at 11:30pm totally exhausted. I wake up today and find that the words coming out of me is barely heard by my mom in front of me :D That's when I remembered the amount of screaming I did the previous night. Also, I will need a neck collar for the week ahead :D :D
All in all - a fantabulous gig and a great evening!!!!
Okay, I am late in posting this... So what?! Iron Maiden are coming to Bangalore... March 17th is the day! I finished uploading some Maiden samplers onto the already out-of-beta Blogamp. You should be hearing songs as this page loads...
Let me take this opportunity to say that IM India community on Orkut is one of the best communities I've seen! Rock on guys - hope to see some of the Maiden-heads at the concert!
Whatever I do, there's always this tendency to look back. A look that leaves me wondering what I could have done, what I could have avoided... Seems there's always some pipelining backwards into the past that staggers me...
Steps taken forward, but sleepwalking back again...
Ghosts of the past haunt us into the future... way into the future... way way way... But somehow, we need this ghost... we rely on it
All fairy tales come to an end... sometimes an abrupt end... most of the times, an unhappy end... some might take 6 months, some might take 2 years... they all are coming to an end...
Result of thinking all this shit 2 and a half years later, does not make the pain go down any easier - even with a large glass of watermelon juice... Result of 3 hours of "think before acting" is a mere 25 lines of formality...
Ajji says - "Tumba nakbitre aamele tumba aLbekagatte"... Don't laugh, don't drink, swallow your tears, and watch "Taleyondu, nooru baagilu" play in your head and collapse...