My very own brand-timeline!

I wrote this blog a while ago. In May 2009, to be exact. Since I'm planning on getting rid of one of the three blogs I have, I'm stealing the old posts and putting them on here. *halo over head*

At some point during this blog I mention about an upate to this... *sigh*. I'll get to that sometime. I want to say 'soon'.

The original blog no longer exists...I believe it has been deleted by Jane, but I'm leaving the link in.

Aite...here's the old blog. :)

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So here I am going through my Facebook like I do once every few hours. Ok, ok, so it’s every half an hour – bite me! :) Anyhow, so on my Facebook landing page I see that a friend of mine’s posted a webpage. Me being the cat that curiosity killed, had to look up the link. So I did. :)

At first it seemed merely interesting. Someone setting out a timeline and enlisting logos of brands (of products) they use on a daily basis. My first thought was: gee, someone’s got a lot of time at hand! And as went through the blog and the timeline itself, I realized that I was making a mental list of all the brands that I use in a day!

It’s addictive, I tell you. And more than merely a brilliant idea, I might add.

I’m not gonna steal Jane’s thunder here. I suggest you take a look at her blog and see what a cult following it’s got now. :) And it’s picked up more readers in a few days than it has in the past year, from what I read on someone else’s blog!

Now, me being the tech-idiot, will not have a fancy looking timeline like she does, or like the millions of other guys who’ve posted links on her blog have, but it’s an honest attempt.

And of course, you can read Jane’s blog at:

http://dearjanesample.wordpress.com/2008/05/19/fun-with-brands/

The actual time for the use of each brand usually varies from a weekday to a weekend, but essentially, the brands remain the same. :) Toh without further ado, I present to you my very own brand-timeline!Morning alarm, thanks to me phone and off to the loo in slippers!

Morning alarm, thanks to me phone and off to the loo in slippers!

Then in the loo, which isn't quite that pleasant, so I'll keep the details to myself.

I tend to get quite annoying with details, but ah well! Once outta the loo , I tend to use these brands quite often.

Now that the transformation from the ugly-duckling to a homo-sapien look-alike has happened, me peers into the closet and gets ready to walk outta the house (if on a weekday), to run out lest I miss my cab, grabbing my glass of milk on my way out. In this flash, these are the logos I come in contact with...

Next I'm at work (on a weekday, of course)...and this is gonna a biggie! Since I spend most of my time at work, I come across most brands here. Here are some of the brands that I could think of. I'm sure I'll slap myself later for forgetting dozens of others!

The next set of logos is a bit of a mix of work-place and home.

And last, but not the least (till the time I remember the others, that is!), is this set, when I go to the gym *wince*.

So, there you have it! My personal brand-timeline!

Thanks again, Jane, for this ingenious idea!

I have a strong feeling that this post will need further updates... :)

Mirages and Illusions

Stepping out of the confined walls of the house after a period of 48 whole hours, I realized how much I’d missed life. Not only had I missed the smiling faces of kids, playing, spitting at each other, but I had also missed the cows being milked smack in the middle of a busy junction.

I do so love my India.

As I hopped onto a cycle rickshaw and made my way to my destination, I couldn't help but keep an eye out for hooligans. What can I say – force of habit.

And that's when I saw him.

Looking ridiculously gorgeous, there he went on his mean machine...my knight in shining armour. I knew now that he had come to rescue me from this third-rate, old school rickshaw and take me away with him on his shiny devil of a bike. Oh, if only I could see myself right now, I’d see my pupils replaced with tiny hearts!

He was merely a few feet in front from my rickshaw, waiting for the light to turn green. Ah, noble citizen, I thought. He stops at a traffic signal! I could hear my heart thump so loud I thought he’d hear it. And just when I thought I was calm enough to learn to breathe, he turned ever so slightly in my direction. He was going to be the death of me! My Tom-Cruise-from-Top-Gun looking dream-boy grabbed the chin of his helmet and proceeded to slowly take it off in that utterly seductive, bad boy way, while he balanced the bike with his other hand.

I could hear the background music then: a medley of Eye of the Tiger, Hells Bells and Jo haal dil ka (from Ghulaam). I all but saw him shake his head to ruffle out his helmet-hair. As my heart fluttered in fast-forward, I saw him bend his head slightly. I knew he was going to slowly angle his head and raise his eyes to meet mine. I just knew it Knew It KNEW IT!

With a silly grin plastered on my face, and eyes the size of golf balls, I waited to bat my eyes at him.

And just then he angled his head, pulled it back just a tiny little notch, grunted…and BAM – he spat out a giant blob of three-day old phlegm on the side of the road, missing me and my rickshaw wale bhaiya by mere inches.

Tom Cruise had just taken on his desi avatar: Taam babu.

“Chalo yaar, bhaiya. Kahin phirse thook diya toh bus, is baar ya aap gaye ya phir main”, I complained to rickshaw wale bhaiya. The background score had now changed to the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces.

Taam babu, you bad boy, you!