Those days in school when we used to hide the radio in our bacpacks while the teacher was writing on the blackboard and we used to listen to the score and update the rest of the class. The gathering around television sets in dingy shops on our way back from school. The running out of the house with a bat and ball, pumped after seeing the Indian team doing well. Those discussions about how a certain player should’ve played a shot differently or bowled differently. Collecting those center fresh cricket cards and trading those with friends. Fighting with each other about who’s the better player. Errupting in joy when India took a wicket or when someone hit a six. It has just sunk in for me that an era is finally over. It probably was over a long time back but I just didn’t realize it. Continue reading →
The # symbol until not too long ago was just another one of those inconspicuous keys on your keyboards and telephones. The hash (or the pound symbol like the Americans like to call it) symbol was rarely used other than in mathematical or coding (software programming) terms. Of course, there were a few other usages, like for example I was one of those few people who liked to prefix # before a number because I had grown up knowing it to be the number sign, though I later realized that this wasn’t a very popular practice. Also, there were those (and still is; maybe more so now, than before) rare instances when the IVR systems asked us to press the # key to confirm the input we made. Then Twitter happened, and all of a sudden the # symbol was catapulted into the limelight, even surpassing the fame its cousin the @ symbol had managed to garner since the advent of e-mail communication. Continue reading →
As toddlers, we tried to reach for anything that would help us up, help us stand on our feet. We failed a few times, but we keep at it, until we got it right. Growing up, we reached for everything that poses a challenge, be it a high tree branch, a jar of cookies on the shelf, a monkey bar in the playground or anything else that gave us a sense of accomplishment. Later in life, we reach for social acceptance, materialistic happiness and for personal satisfaction. In short, we spend our entire lives trying to reach for things that are out of our reach and it gives us a sense of pride and joy when we attain what seemed to be unreachable. Continue reading →
Zomato had conducted a contest inviting scripts for their new series of TVCs featuring their brand ambassadors Rocky and Mayur. I happened to hear about this contest by chance and I thought why not give it a shot. I was pretty confident about my contest entry at first, but about a week after I send in my script, I realized how amateurish it was! However, since I put in the effort, I didn’t want it to go to waste and hence publishing it here. Oh by the way, the contest ended in April and Zomato has announced that they have not picked any winners Continue reading →
Approvaland Validation are two words that most of us aren’t strangers to. Why, you ask? Because we’re constantly seeking approval and validation, from family, relatives, friends, peers and even strangers! This topic has intrigued me for a while and it got me thinking; I realized that we spend our entire lives in the quest for validation without even realizing it.
As toddlers, every clap, ever laughter told us that we were doing good and it egged us on to do better. As kids, we used to look to our parents for a smile or a nod that could be construed as a mark of approval. We spend our entire school years trying to fit in, doing whatever it takes to be accepted. And our whole career and family life is spent trying to be liked and accepted, fearing criticism, yearning adulation and craving validation. Continue reading →
So here we’re, in the year 2013. The good news is that the ‘bubble’ we’ve all come to know as social media is still intact! In fact, it’s soaring. With a spurt in internet and smartphone penetration over the past few years, more users are connected through social media today than what most of us would’ve expected until sometime back. Social has become one of the top buzzwords today – in schools/colleges, conference/board rooms, brainstorming sessions and even in our very own homes. It’s transforming the way we communicate, collaborate, entertain and consume/share information. The ‘what’ has already been addressed, the ‘why’ and ‘when’ is inessential, what we really need to now focus on is the ‘how’. How are we going to leverage social media to improve how individuals connect to one another and how brands connect with customers? Because at the end of the day, isn’t that what social media is all about?
Incidents of rape and molestation seem to be cropping-up every other day, akin to news of uproar in the parliament houses. However, the former is a far serious matter of concern. We all realize this and we’re all deeply troubled, concerned and alarmed. But I bet there are a few people out there who would be telling themselves that such atrocities will never happen to them or their loved ones. Well, think again. Do you think the victims of such heinous acts of crime, even in their wildest imaginations, would’ve ever thought that their fates would be written this way? I don’t think so.
There are numerous propositions that have come forth from various quarters, on measures to curb/eradicate instances of sexual assault. I’ve heard a few of these suggestions on the news and I agree with most of the ideas that are being put forward. However, to me it seems like most of these suggestions are post-incident measures. Trauma centers and counseling for rape victims, constant patrolling by the cops, prompt and stricter punishment for the perpetrators, fast-track courts, self-defense classes and tweaks in the law against sexual offenders etc. are all well and good. But to my mind, these are all irrelevant. Because when I put myself in the shoes of the victims and their families, I can imagine how they must feel. I’d feel the same way if something of this sort were to happen to my loved ones. I’d feel crushed and exasperated. I’d curse my misfortune. I’d feel helpless. But for the victim, life may never be the same; in fact it won’t be. Society will make sure that the victims are forced to relive the horrific tragedy from their past, every day, for the rest of their lives. Continue reading →
My parents are and have been extremely religious and they had inculcated religion in me at a very young age, like all parents do. However, mom tells me that my Dad was not always this religious. It’s only in his late thirties, when he was faced with challenges at work, that he started treading on the spiritual path. I on the other hand was always religious, until the day I lost my faith. Continue reading →