Remember Gold Spot? The zing thing?
Twas a brand owned by Parle and loved by many - associated with loads of fun and a young spirit. Then Coke came and killed the zing thing.
What a word, this 'zing'. t'as a nice ring to it.. zzzinnnnngggggg!!
What am i saying?i dunno. jus that the word zinnnnnnngggg has been rinnnnnnngggggin in my head for a bit, and i felt twas time to write somethinnnnnnnggggg. thinkin abt gold spot, and g-spots and ad-spots. I'm losin my mind. time to log out
PS: No im NOT drunk. im writin this in all my senses. and right now - it captures the state of my mind jus right!
PPS: If y'er readin Smoochy for the first time, and formin a first opinion, pl ignore this and read some of my other posts. every1 has a bad day, i jus happened to write this on one of mine
Monday, March 26, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
True Lies
Sorry for the rip str8 from mah blog, but i thot it was good so here goes ...
Is it ok to lie to someone to make them feel better? What if i know the person really well and the false impression i gave them is corrected by a stranger. would that be better.
What if i dont know the person, then they dont deserve lies or my pity.
There are no versions of the truth, just complete and incomplete parts of it. I hate lies because they serve no purpose other than to obscure the simplicity that is life. Pity and Guilt are emotions that cause lies and so i dont believe in either of them. Mercy neither. I am not God and I dont want to be God either. He has a burden on his hands and I like to live my life free. Free from slavery, free from lies.
There is a price to pay for every truth, just as a price must be paid for every lie.
My question to you is ... What are you buying?
Is it ok to lie to someone to make them feel better? What if i know the person really well and the false impression i gave them is corrected by a stranger. would that be better.
What if i dont know the person, then they dont deserve lies or my pity.
There are no versions of the truth, just complete and incomplete parts of it. I hate lies because they serve no purpose other than to obscure the simplicity that is life. Pity and Guilt are emotions that cause lies and so i dont believe in either of them. Mercy neither. I am not God and I dont want to be God either. He has a burden on his hands and I like to live my life free. Free from slavery, free from lies.
There is a price to pay for every truth, just as a price must be paid for every lie.
My question to you is ... What are you buying?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
True love, where art thou?
They say no man is worth a woman's tears and the only one who is, won't ever make her cry.
A play on- there is someone special for everyone. All of us believe in that. Some have found their true love and some are still in search. And then there are some who have just given up and wonder where their true love is?
This is to reassure them and their faith. There IS someone special for everyone. You got to believe in that. The reason you haven't found him/her yet, is probably because they got hit by a bus.
A play on- there is someone special for everyone. All of us believe in that. Some have found their true love and some are still in search. And then there are some who have just given up and wonder where their true love is?
This is to reassure them and their faith. There IS someone special for everyone. You got to believe in that. The reason you haven't found him/her yet, is probably because they got hit by a bus.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Of World Cup and Patriotism
"...I can't wait to cheer India in the world cup by shouting with other people (at a group showing in a nice bar) and showing my patriotism." (quoted from an online news article)
Ah. Those days are back. The days we can truly feel patriotic. It comes once in four years. And what's more. We can actually show it! I feel ya my brother. I wish I could share it with you over a pint of beer and shouting myself hoarse.
No, truly. I do want to feel that love for my country, I thought lost. To get goosebumps everytime our batsmen hit a four or our bowlers rearranged some woodwork. To sing the national song (which now I believe is the new Nike song? I am sorry, they keep changing but I promise I will remember it this time).
At the end of it all there will be glory (or not). But we would have been touched by the galant efforts of our heroes, our players. Their do-or-die attitude shall not be forgotten. When we have regained our voices, we shall remember them for hours to come (till we pass out). And wake up the next day feeling the wholeness that comes out of knowing we did for the country the last night. We were patriots.
Ah. Those days are back. The days we can truly feel patriotic. It comes once in four years. And what's more. We can actually show it! I feel ya my brother. I wish I could share it with you over a pint of beer and shouting myself hoarse.
No, truly. I do want to feel that love for my country, I thought lost. To get goosebumps everytime our batsmen hit a four or our bowlers rearranged some woodwork. To sing the national song (which now I believe is the new Nike song? I am sorry, they keep changing but I promise I will remember it this time).
At the end of it all there will be glory (or not). But we would have been touched by the galant efforts of our heroes, our players. Their do-or-die attitude shall not be forgotten. When we have regained our voices, we shall remember them for hours to come (till we pass out). And wake up the next day feeling the wholeness that comes out of knowing we did for the country the last night. We were patriots.
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