Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Propoganda? Advertisement? Campaign? Aa su che bhai???



"The Congress party has already set aside a budget of Rs 150 crore for the coming general elections, in addition to its ongoing campaign in Delhi worth Rs 40 crore. Bhartiya Janta Party (BJP) is expected to shell out an equal sum to give Congress a tough electoral fight. Political parties are expected to spend over Rs 300 crore by March-April 2009. "- Indian Express


8(4 full page ) Adverts in TOI on a single day, some ad sales guy at Bennett must surely be very happy, after a long time he might be able to meet his targets. Moving on to a more important issue; I found it very odd that over the past week or so, the Ministry of Aviation seems to be inaugurating a new terminal every day and the other Ministries seem to be launching a new scheme or promising something or claiming that they kept their promise.


I wondered what brought this sudden bout of anxiety, this sudden want to proclaim "accountability"...didn't take me too long to realise that the elections are round the corner.


I don't have an issue with political advertising, for one it gives people jobs :P, jokes apart it's a free country and there's no harm in political parties using mass media for their election campaigns as long they limit themselves to putting for their agenda, manifesto, promoting their candidates. What I have an issue is why the tax payer's( as some one who would be paying taxes very soon, I don't want it to be misused) money is being used by the govt or shall we say the incumbents to help their cause.


Why this surrogate advertisement, let the INC open its deep coffers and spend it on the campaign, why do PSUs and depts which are already facing a strain have to suck up to the govt.


Chalo, for a while let us assume that various ministries and depts have actually done a good job and only want to spread the cheer and wanna paint the town red. Why do the ads feature The UPA chairman and the PM while the head of state the venerable Madam President (who doesn't seem to know much about protocol or anything else for that matter & btw is a UPA appointee) is glaringly absent.


Obama spent 60 odd mil on his campaign, but they were'nt govt funds, they were raised in the public domain, why can't our political parties do the same, after all they all have connections with industrialists.


WHY IS MY MONEY BEING USED TO SING YOUR PRAISES????

p.s. I know some guy was recently booked for defamation and fined for blogging 'objectionable' content.... If asking why tax payer's money is being misused by a polictal party or a consortium of oppurtunist leaders is defamation....go ahead sue me, I'll atleast get my 15 mins of fame this way.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Growing up too soon

Spoiler: This is not a post about how kids have more spending power, how kids today are vital for every marketeer....this is far from mktg...so if u happen to have come across this, through google while searching for material for ur assignment...read no further...this is about ME.


Growns up are so messed up aren't they???

Should do the right thing....every thing is cut and dry...black and white...right and wrong.
Have to understand the other person...empathise..sympathise blah blah.
Rules,codes,standards,adherence to them.


Where the fuck has the kid who wants everything gone? Why the hell can't he get what he wants anymore? Why can't he just throw a tantrum,wail and scream his lungs out whenever he wants to?

Why do I have to succumb/accept to certain things??? just because I'm an adult and "need to behave like one".


N with me I think this growing up, process has just gone from point A to point F. Being exposed to a lotta situations very early on in life, did make me smart or whatever u wanna call it, but it also killed the kid. Analysing, toning down, trying to not make the same mistakes that I've seen ppl around me make.


See I even talk like some granddad now....fuck man....just so pissing off.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Ahem!!!

well da vactanz were pretty drab.... didnt really have anything worth blogging about.....


da same old mundane stuff......late night movies tv shows waking up in da afternoon lunch ....n da cycle continued....but during da later part of da vacatnz da world cup infused some life into me....


now dat its done n dusted....was backed to da same old grind.....dint have nethng to talk about...coll had reopend n lif seemed to head nowhere.....


and then da mumbai blasts!!!!(11/7/2006) was full of rage n pent up feeling n was gonna blog about it....wen i got to know dat the Govt. asked all da ISPs to block blogs #-o....


newayz now dat dey r up n running....hopefully ill have sumthn to post.....

Thursday, May 25, 2006

A day of hunger and wet undies.......

happy birthday dad!!!


well my day began around 2 p.m. when i got a call frm harish (anoda birthday boy).....hez lik come to 1oD asap...so i get in n out da loo at da speed of light..... i try n make it on time bt no i had to wait 4 ages while Ms.CC took '"few minutes to get dressed"........
anyhow..... v finally make it to 10D around 4........i suddenly remember that i hafta drop my mom in da railway station by 4.30......i drive lik a mad fuck; barely make it in time.....

i thot phew!!! i can finally catch my breath n get down to sum solid hogging...bt no dese guys call up n say v r shiftn to eat street....i say wat the heck all i care abt is food (chandramukhi ho ya paro ki farak painda hai yaaron)......

so near yet so far....i was dreamin of layin my hands on sum grilled chicken or a sub or sum freakn food jus den a cop appears rite in front of me n i snap out of my food fantasy........

after im finally allowed to move....i reach eat street after wat felt lik n eternity.....n jus den da heavens open up...................da few seconds it took me to get across da street were enuff to drench me....i was wet to da bone.

well im no cynic....im nt sum1 who hates da rain infact i love it bt....its jus a lil uncomfortable having to sit for a few hours wen ur undies r soakin wet.....newayz i managed to get thru da ordeal primarily bcos i finally got to hav sum grub.....i tried my best to b decent n cultured.....bt i attacked da food like a famished unicef kid.............hmmm dat felt gud ( khane ke baad aisa laga jaise kisine mujh mein jaan phuk di ho)

k v decided to get bak hom....i was nw beginin to enjy da rain lik i usually do....bt den sum dickhead ruined it for me......he cam frm da right n scraped my car....i fliped.....i pulled over rite in frnt of him....i started mouthing expletives as if sum1 had asked me recite da multiplication tables or nursery rhymes......things got a lil too hot....dat guy tried to act smart n came ova to hit me....i was up 4 it i got out of da car b4 he reached.....bt b4 i cld lay my hands on him....'badday boy' comes out n calms things down....pretty much anti-climax.....


well here im nw.......writing dis in fresh clothing mre importantly in dry undies :D......(well ladies im sry i kno its nt a pretty picture tryn to imagine in my undies bt u gotta bare it :P{pun intended} ):D