Advertising Agencies in Kolkata

Jingle bell jingle bell... ad agencies in the Puchka City

JWT
e- mail:mike.khanna@jwt.com
247 8361

O&M
247 3406-7

McCann-Erickson India Ltd (0091 33) 2172001/2879
Kolkata:(0091 33) 2172001/2879Chennai:(0091 44) 435 9228, 432 3481Bangalore:(0091 80) 221 9058, 2229539Hyderabad:(0091 40) 3326261Television Billings: N.A.Capitalised Billings:Rs 3479.53 million(not available)Gross Income: 618.36 million Senior Executive:Sorab Mistry, Chairman & CEOMajor Clients:Coca Cola india(Coca-Cola/carbonated bevarages); TTK(LIG)(Kohinoor, Fiesta/condoms);Bacardi India(Breezer/ready to drink beverages);Johnson &Johnson India (Savlon,Band-Aid/woundcare);Gillette India(Duracell Plus/alkaline batteries,Fashion Razor 2001,Mach III Cool Blue /razors);Perfetti India(Happy Dent/chewing gum);TVS-Suzuki (corporate/TVS Max, TVS Scooty, TVS XL, TVS Sport, TVS Super, TVS Champ/motorcycles & mopeds); C.Krishniah Chetty (jewellery store);Thinkstream Technologies (software development); Virgin Atlantic (Virgin Atlantic/airline);Delphi Automotive Systems (Delphi/ automobile components);ACCEL ICIM (Accel-ICIM/ERP packages);UPS (UPS/ courier services);Times FM (Radio Mirchi/FM radio);Sundar Tajmahal Hotel (Taj Tristar/ hotels); Concept Foods (JLT/snack food);Eduquity(educational testing services);Reckitt& Colman(Cherry Blossom/shoe polish); Usha Martin Telecom(telecom);Nes tle(sunrise/ coffee); BPL (Gas tables);Khaitan (Fans); Nestle (Media buying); Stracon (Corporate); Goodyear India (Goodyear - tyre); Travel Corporation of India (tourism); MasterCard (credit cards)
Leo Burnett India Pvt Ltd (0091 33) 2801022

Mudra
Kolkata: (0091 33) 474 9084/85
Major Clients:Mahanagar Telephone Nigam Ltd (Corporate); Indian Express (News paper); Mid-Day (website); Global Trust bank (Banking);Indian Tourism Development Corporation (Hotels); Raj TV (TV Channel); Henkel Spic India (Detergents); Godrej Foods; Ahmedabad Electricity Co Ltd (corporate); LIC of India (Insurance - services); Honda Siel Power Products (gensets); Satyam Computer Services Ltd (Satyam - computer software); Satyam Infoway Ltd (Satyam - internet services); Cadila Healthcare Ltd (EverYuth - healthcare); Blow Plast Ltd (VIP Skybags - luggage carrier); Dabur Ayurvedic Specialities Ltd (Nature Cure - Ayurvedic products); Henkel Spic India Ltd (Fa - soap); Hindustan Motors Ltd (Mitsubishi Lancer - automobile);Samsung Electronics India (Samsung/televisions)

Saatchi & Saatchi
Kolkata:(0091 33)282 5295/557Chennai:(0091 44) 822 9213/52Bangalore:(0091 80) 506 5386-90/91-94Television Billings:Rs 392.4millionCapitalised Billings:Rs 711.5millionGross Income:Rs 159.98 millionSenior Executive: V.Shantakumar,managing director-chief executive officer india.Major Clients:Alembic Glass Industries( Yera Glass/crockery);Aptech (Aptech Computer Education/computer education);Ameya Trading Co (Superclass Coffee/coffee); Bayer India (Gaucho and other products/agro chemicals);Grasim Industries (Birla Plus Cement /cement );Indian Hotels Co (Taj Group of Hotels,Delhi /hotels);Shaw Wallace (Royal challenge/beer);TVS-Suzuki (Victor,Fiero/two-wheelers);Zee Telefilms (Playwin/lottery);Zandu Pharmaceutical Works (Zandu Chyavanprash,Zandu

Euro RSCG ( 0091 33) 464 7341/7798

Confluence Confluence Communications Ltd '
mail:conscree@satyam .net .in.
www.Confluencescree.com.Branch telephone numbers:(0091 33) 4630323
Major Clients:Ved Ram & Sons (Paras Milk /milk);VRS Foods (Paras Ghee/ghee);Paras Aqua Mineral/bottled water); Diamond Industries (Shop-n- Save/retail);United Riceland (Resham /basmati);GTC Industries (Style Mini Kings (filter)/cigerattes); P.A.Time Industries (Maxima/watches);Dixon Utilities and Industries (Weston TV/television

RMG Relationship Marketing Group India Pvt Ltd
phone :(0091 33) 5593471
Major Clients: Kewal Kiran Enterprises(Lawman Jeans/ready-made garments);Nine Broadcasting India (Channel Nine/TV Channel );DCM Benetton India(Benetton /readymade garments);Oyzterbay(Oyzterbay/jewellery);Marico Industries(Mediker/shampoos);Arvind Mills (Wrangler,Ruf &Tuf /readymade garments );World Tel india (Cricket Talk /magazine);Orbis Securities India (India Bulls/online tading);AM Marketing (Saj /consumer products );Dorcas Market Movers (Tejaswani /consumer products);Genesis Clothing (Genesis/readymade garments );Gangotri Textiles (Gangotri/ textiles)

Arms Communications Pvt Ltd,
Kolkata:(0091 33) 9831000051
Television Billings:1.7 million
Capitalised Billings:93.3 million
Gross Income:27.35 million
Owners:R.S. Ahluwalia ,G.S.Ahluwalia
Major Clients: Fortis Healthcare ( Fortis/healthcare);IT&T(Global/education);Relaxo Footwear (Relaxo/footwear); Net 4India (Internet service);Hero Mindmine (training)

....hmm.. lets call them up in the morning.... for now sleep....though it is the time to get up and get going..... lets catch a bit of sleep... missing my hero...!

A lonely night

Thoughts on a lonely night!

naukri.com
Why do none of the guys get back to me?

vidwata.blogspot.com
Why do I not write on contemporary issues, like Pramod Mahajan being shot by his brother, or the Budhiya kid who ran 64 Kms, or Naushad, or Varodara troubles, or Iran, or index getting high, or commodities marketing.... no wonder only I end up reading my silly banter... eh!

mail.yahoo.com
no new mails...argh....

roomie.heart.home
My roomie, is away... out of town, but here in my heart...he he he....

Rest later, time to sleep!

Today's Banter

Let me talk today... It has been long since I did that any case. So let me talk!

Discovery
Hmm, at present like a lady I met in the airport while coming back from Goa, I am a lady of leisure. I am doing things I hadn't known I would do. Things I hadn't known I would enjoy doing. Like, dressing up! It's amazing how a person discovers oneself slowly. Is it evolving or just discovering a hidden aspect of yourself... Discovering that you like to wear sexy dresses, like few girlz in college used to, that you like to swing your hips and dance wildly, or that you like to spike up your drink and loosen up a bit!

Favorite Phrase
I say hmms a lot of time. It's amazing some one can fall in love with these queer sounds.. They are interesting, if you go blank at a particular point of conversation, or when you want to skip few odd questions, or you just want the other person to keep guessing, you could easily smile and say..ummmm... Hmmm!!!

On food and paradox

Kolkata and food must have rhymed, but for some reason they just don't. I have eaten a year's supply of sweets already, and it's just been few months here. Now there is a paradox, I am thriving or gorging on food, while this desire to wear dresses which would flatter a flatter tummy becomes stronger :D.

Friends
One interesting facet of marriage is friendship... How I realise I have left many a friends, and befriended one. This one friend that I have for lifetime, and ... well, marriage doesn't mean you stop being friends with your friends!!! But relocating from KTM to Kolkata does mean, no more of scrabbles, no more of coffees at the Bakery Cafe, no more hopping in boutiques to get dresses made, no more eating daal bhaat and aaaloo at annie's, no more jumping at parties, no more cha cha with milan :P

But it does mean few other things, like celebrating Vikram's baby boy, who is just 2 days old. It does mean the next door Aunty stepping in to say a quick hi, it does mean dressing up for Priyanka's wedding, it also means becoming friends with mom in law :D

Love
Now this is a difficult word, a difficult topic, a difficult area in life.... Let me address few dilemmas that we often come across.

Can a person be in love for sometime in life with someone, and then with someone else later on... Is commitment love? If you could have loved once, and then loved again... is it true that you have loved at all...

Lesson
There is one lesson life teaches us all the way along. To be happy in what you have today. Because life showers the best to you each day. To hold ones head high and to feel the spirit within move with passion.

Sometimes, somewhere your passion might dwindle, but then, you are such that passion can never exhaust... It might seem so, but there is an infinite reservoire of passion from where one can draw the spirit, the vigor and strength to love, to love ones life... because it is precious!

Remembrance

There are few things in life that are difficult to forget. These things, these moments continue to live with you. And as they say, memories go on...

Tonight let me remember them and let me remember you...

• Coming home from college, with another hungry baggage called ANNIE. Both of us working in the kitchen and eating a big square meal.
• Watching movie together at Milanz.
• Baker's points donuts.
• The day I bought my first pair of contact lenses.

hmm, who do these instances remind me of ... ? obviously of a home , i have left at Kathmandu. It is an amazing feeling to realize that I am striving to start a home of my own now in Kolkata. And all of a sudden, there is remembrance.

Well, it isnt too bad to miss sometimes :)

Randomly

Some thoughts... some strange thoughts... some strange thoughts that have come after some time... :D

or rather...

a framework for writing an essay

or

mood swings...

Man - woman

He looked at her intently. Then suddenly a tear rolled out from his eye. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. The three words that she had whispered into his ear. The same old stereotyped words, I love you. And how much it seemed to mean to him. The words came out her mouth without much thinking, without much effort. They came out because she knew that was what he would like to hear. And just because she wanted him to feel good, she whispered the sweet nothing into his ear.

Love

What precisely is love? He tells her that he loves her, what exactly does he mean. Love between a man and a woman, is pretty selfish. A man looks at a woman with so many intents. Is a woman, an individual that he loves, or is she just a bust and butt material?

Is physical intimacy the reason a man loves a woman? Even if it may be true, is it right or is it wrong? Why do we tend to give a negative connotation to physical union of man and woman? Is physical intimacy the path or the end or the means to reach love?

Duty

Pativrata is described as a woman with following virtues:

She serves him like a servant when she must work for him.

She counsels him like a minister counsels his king.

She is a seductress in bed.

She is a mother when she feeds him.

Marriage

Why do people get married? Do they marry when they realize they want to.. or do they get married when other people or the society thinks it is the appropriate thing to do?

Marriage and Woman

I had never looked at marriage with much positive perspective. Marriage for me meant, binding to social norms. Somewhere, marriage seemed like something you could not run away from. I would often wonder if sane people would ever want to get married. Well, I for one would have been blissfully single had I had my way.... Thank GOD, I did not HAVE my way !

For a woman, getting married means relocating. It means more than that. In a Hindu Marriage, the girl is not just married to the groom, she is married into his Family. In my recent trip to Lankawi, an Australian couple gaped with astonishement as they noted that I would start living with my in laws after I get married. Perhaps it was just another cultural shock. But Indian and Nepalese marriages, are not just about individuals who are tying the knot. THey are more than just the two of them.

Well, I had been skeptical, that a woman, does not have a HOME, in true sense of it. She leaves her FATHER's home, as she gets married. I left my parental home... The bride goes into another family, she tries to make it her home. How easy or how difficult is it. Can you imagine, that you change your name, your family and your place (ktm to kolkata!!)??? Hmm, that used to be my attitude... However, there is a change in that attitude, I think a woman is priviledged, as she has the capacity to love, the capacity to belong to... And now I belong to two families! And I am priviledged to have double parental affection.

More on marriage later.. I could work on an essay I think... Send me your encouragements if you don't think this topic sucks ;-)

Interesting Quote

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty suure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
Elizabeth Taylor

Idling Around

Starry Nights

I have often been fascinated by stars. Often I have tried to look up and figure out constellations, like those neatly drawn by Annie. I take a look at the paper in which constellations are drawn, the torch light hits lightly on the worn out paper. The next thing I do is swing my hand up and try to find the sapta rishi , in the light of my pen torch. And I laugh.

In my laughter, Papa's laugh rings in.
daddy dearest,
your little girl, is still little
so keep your shoulders strong
and take her for a piggy ride
when she comes home !

Rhymes

Whenever I see little kids, I think of rhymes. What were the rhymes that I sung when I was a kid. What were the poems, daddy taught us? I wonder, and I close my eyes and I see lovely little kids rushing home to mumma and daddy.

Utsho

There is a little boy I was meaning to talk about. His name is Utsho. He is slightly different from other little boys that I have met. Shy, recluse and intelligent looking boy. He will chant Gayatri Mantra, and he is just four. Instead of dolls, he will put Radha Krishna on his swing and play with Gods. And he calls me Aunty.

He reminds me of someone... Of Annie perhaps. the little four year old, reminds me of Annie. Sometimes in life you make a friend, you can be friends with... like a person to person.
like Annie to Vid, or may be like Utsho to Aunty!

hennaed hands

her white palm...
was painted with henna
her slender fingers
wore lovely rings

her face bright with pride
her face shadowed with unknown fear
ah this is how, this is how it is
this is how you be the bride...

missing you

my mornings:
sip by sip
bite by bite
i count each day

my nights:
dream after dream
thought after thought
i count each night!

from Kolkata

hmmm....

"so far so good"!! thats how I answer when people ask me, so how is it going?

What does getting married really mean, I wonder sometime... actually I wonder seldom, actually I don't wonder...I wonder about customer satisfaction instead... what the heck is that supposed to be.
Looks like all the world is not a market. Hmm.. K for Kookie Jar , the confectionary chain exclaims, confectionately yours... how confectionately... I walked down a few days ago to the bakery outlet to order a birthday cake for my 4 year old nephew. Hmm, Mam the truffle would taste better, the salesboy suggests me, as I struggle to choose design for the cake... WOW, whaat dozen of designs they offer... from Kathmandu to Kolkata, this is another impressive thing that I see.... lovely birthday cakes... for Rs 325 for a pound, I am wondering if I should order a cake shaped as crayon box... truffle or choclate (the slightly less expensive version) I ponder... Why dont you try Mam, suggests the helpful salesboy... whoa... a marketer seems pleased somewhere...what a n ice way to please a customer... to make him loyal... I relish on a piece of truffle and order him a 3 pound truffle cake... while on the counter he makes me pay for the cake i ordered and the piece I tasted..... sucks.... this place is worse than baniya kaa dukaan....
and they say confectionately yours.....

hmm.... well moral of the story.... customer focus...is something you find on text books...
another moral... cakes are tempting...so much that makes you forget you were on a fast...or is it the madu me, that thought one shouldnt let go of freebies.... heck..so far so good.

Gone with the wind

Kathmandu I am gone I am gone
Kathmandu I will see you again!

Hello,

I am off for a while... Off to another world. Finally, finally, finally... finally vid is getting married... finally she has found the one she was looking for... finally Kathmandu to Kolkata comes true.

Enough of sentimental talks.... I will be back (with hopefully new and better blogs) soon. For now its at least vacation till March!

Meanwhile... keep blogging, keep reading, keep going to work, keep squabbling with kid brothers, and and and have fun...

Love,

Vidwata Bahety
Vidwata Mohta
Vidwata Bahety Mohta

(which one sounds better??)

Poetry

Poetry has been off for a long time. Rummaging through my writings of past I found two of them. One I myself had forgotten that I ever wrote it. The other is more recent. Here are both of them.

Can you handle...
Date: 24th Oct, 2004

Can you handle me when i cry?
Can you handle me when i talk too much
Can you handle me when i wish i could fly?

Can you let me run like a child ?
can you let me come home to kiss you?
can you let me share my dreams that are wild?

can you take my hand and hold it tight?
can you take me in your arms and kiss?
can you take me out in a dark moonless night?

can you bear my sadness?
can you bear my joys?
can you can you can you???
you think you can handle my madness?

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No name
Date: June 13, 2005

He closes his eyes

And she fills his canvas with her vibrance

His lashes sweep each curve of her

And she lets him splash color all over.

A moment later the artist opens his eyes. She disappears and for a long time he stares at his white canvas.

In idle hours, he toys with words

A lilting poetry that he sketches in air

The paper is white and the pen untouched

He realizes there are no words to reveal her.

The poet realizes one truth of life. Some poetries cannot be translated into words..

I don’t know how to paint

I can’t do music

I even can’t describe in words

I haven’t yet learnt the feelings that can show I am here while I am not here.

Flashes of Creativity (adding to the series)

Title:Just an ordinary evening!
Date of Creation :27th March,'05

Tall coffee mugs, a lovely sun set and a dear friend to share an everyday evening on my terrace. You don’t look at the coffee mugs and wonder if the china is good. You don’t look around to scan if the terrace is clean. You don’t even look at what dress your friend is wearing. It is not important that you have a lavish house and lovely garden. It is not important that you have lovely chairs on your terrace. I loiter around with Annie, clicking the setting sun, while she makes faces. We both laugh heartily as she spills some coffee on her pink shirt. Now I wonder if this is not a special coffee, a special setting and a special friend. And see this everyday evening, the seemingly unimportant day of my life becomes so special, so dear.

There is so much that an individual can share with the world. Love, affection, friendship! On many occasions when I came up to watch sunset, I would look at the clouds, the color of the sun splashed across the sky and the glowing orange ball. At times I wrote poetry, at times I sighed in despair and at times I just talked to myself. And surprisingly each time the words that came to me were of love, affection or friendship. Of love, when I came with dreamy eyes as a teenager, of affection when daddy was not well, and of friendship when I could talk to myself about wonderful people who have made a difference in my life.

If I look at it objectively, there is nothing wonderful either about the coffee, the terrace or even Annie. The frappe that I blended in the mixer is just a combination of milk, vanilla ice cream, coffee and sugar. The terrace is an ordinary part of my house where clothes are lined to dry daily. The sun, what about it…. It rises and sets just every single day. And Annie is just another next-door girl who I could have never met. Nothing, nothing at all makes it interesting. But why do I need to look at it objectively. Life is not be looked at, it is supposed to be lived. And when you start living, breathing the fresh air, and feeling good about yourself you find out that each moment is so special.

(This remained unpublished, because it was a part of life, a day in my journal... Hmm.. Annie is however, good at prying, she had read this early on, like she often reads so many of my private things ;-) ... anycase, now that she has little chances of prying... I think I can share her kill with all of you. he he he)

Flashes of creativity

Hello readers,

Hmm, now that the blog has registered 1000 hits (wow), its time to celebrate!!! Well, for the time being lets do with a new post! To be true, I have not written anything today, nevertheless, if you would bear with me, we could celebrate a week long : flashes of creativity. Hmmm...which means , I will be posting my writings of past, which were left in between , incomplete or otherwise.
Feel free to critique.
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Title: No name
Date of Creation: 3rd of Oct '05

She stares out her window to look at the full moon. The moon must bring to her the omen of his coming. She rushes to the mirror hanging on the other end of the room. What splendid beauty does she see in her own reflection. Her doe-like eyes are filled with yearning. Those twin twinkles smeared with kohl grow bigger in anticipation. Her heart flutters, and she knows he will come to her tonight. To take her away with him in his steed.

She runs across the paddy fields, bare feet. Her feet feel light, her hands over her bosom, she keeps running till her heart pounds so loud, that she is out of breath. And she bends down on the river that has been running along with her. And she sees herself. And she sees him leaning over her. Like lightening she turns back to greet him, but he like a playful lover hides himself from her.

She looks for him. Laughing and euphoric. Yes, her love is here. He is here. Only he hides, to tease her. How mischievous he is. He is a rogue. A rascal. Yet so dear. So dear. He beckons her in the water. She walks towards him. The waves splash by her tiny ankles and they grow stronger. She doesn’t know what turmoil lays before her. But why would she care. He is here. Oh! He is here.

(the ending was unsatisfactory...probable reason the short stint of creativity remained short...crap ending was...)
Next morning villagers find a young girl dead by the side of the river. She probably had a moon fever. Roaming around alone on a full moon night and when the waters are high. The devil must have taken her senses away.

Random Thoughts on Friday Night

Warm milk, throbbing ear, silent night and random thoughts...

Cell phone

On Thursday: I get discount on cell battery because the cell phone network isn't working .
On Friday : I put my cell phone for charging --> Though cell phone network has been jammed for two days in a row, it has nicer uses as an alarm clock, reminder and reading old smses.


Milk

Warm milk every night, on my computer table. I drink it sip by sip, careful now in order to prevent, 'milk spill' on my keyboard.
Some people don't drink milk. Linus doesn't. Mumma says, everyone drinks milk here, with a menacing grin (beware Linus).


Writing
I realize I am becoming an editor of some sorts. I censor my own work these days. I fear being interepreted and misinterpreted. I write and then I hit the backspace key. Makes me wonder who am I fearing. My intention to write is simple, I write because I want to. Why does my intent try to accomodate people who will read what I write. Why do I bother how they would interpret things? Hmm... well then I should promise you another post on, 'Perhaps God has a bad handwriting'. In the last post, I left at an ambiguous point, God's handwriting. I was careful not to write more, and not to write less. Not more, for fear that people would try to read in between lines, and not less because then the whole purpose of writing would be defeated. So, on Friday night, I give my self this freedom of expression... lets see what I end up writing.

Smoke
Kathmandu was relatively smoke free today. As in, with curfew on, the automobiles kept twiddling their thumbs in their respective garages. Smoke, makes me think of differnt kinds of smokes"
Black smoke spewed out by a huge Swaraj Majda bus
Thick smoke rising up when they burn tyres on the streets as a gesture of protest and demonstration
White circling smoke coming out of Marlboro Light

Ear ache

I have a throbbing ear ache...

Sleep

I can sleep for more than 1o hours in winters...

breakfast
I am going to make Poha for breakfast tomoro on mumma's demand.

Shopping
Used to be a pleasure activity ... now is work ( i am unemployed and getting married!! )

Books:
TO read.... the list is never ending.......

Next turning point
15th Feb!

So far so good... Time to read something and then off to sleep.

The good old ME

Hi!

I am back. Sorry, the post comes much later than what I had promised. Well, I was down with cough and cold and sitting in sun seemed better option than infront of my pc in my cold room.

It is a thursday night, a regular thursday night. My sister is back to her school, so the other side of my bed is again empty. I am alone in my room. The blower is blowing out hot air, the click clack of my new keyboard is the only dominant sound, and I sit down to write something.

Let me write down things i will never forget from this visit :

• the roses at the airport
• the walk beside the pool at hyatt
• CCD on Saturday
• the coffee
• the pastries
• the chairs
• the cellphone ringing
• the permutation and combination of people together ...
• the beep (alarm started as i was trying to get in with a packet, i needed to deposit it at the security check counter) at shopper's stop and the goodbye
• Bluffmaster
• Harry Potter
• Walking thru Burrabazar's hustle bustle
• Learning how to eat jhaal moori ( you dont bring your mouth to your palm, you just flick the moori to your mouth which is raised 30 degrees upward in anticipation)
• Learning how to create way through the crowded road, swinging hands left and right to protect against being shoved
• Banging on the hood of the car to tell it that, it is you who will move first, this is Burra bazar, kyaa
• Crossing road at park street
• Catching cold in cal
• Checking mail in cal's cyber for the first time, with Sunil
• Realising a week has gone by.... get into the cab and get to airport
• hmm... i will be back soon! Kathmandu to Kolkata!!!!!!! the feeling sinks in.

hmmm... now that was a hodge podge summary.... but i will tell you it was a pleasant trip. No I did not discover anything new. I only met friends, and sat across them and talked to them.

No truths found, only that, God probably doesn't have a good handwriting... :))
But he makes wonderful stories.... someday i might get some capability to write down few things, as nicely as he shows me. Thats all for now... time to sleep.

will be back on 16th

dear readers,

hmm.. vid is out on a trip. this trip is somewhere pretty important...

i will be back on 15th, and log on to read something on 16th of Jan, 2006!

till then,
cheers

vid

morning musings

Philosophy, Life and Marriage

I remember whenever I have been in dilemma I have taken to find an answer in some kind of philosophy. Or rather, by trying to peek into philosophy, of which I little understand, I have attempted to bewilder myself to a separate state than of the bewilderement of dilemma. However, until there is a resolution of dilemma, it is like out of the pan, into the fire place!

The first time I remember I took to philosophy was 4 years ago. As an undergrad student, and a teenager in love. (will not get into the argument or discussion if at all it was love, that for later blogs). However, this person seemed to have a secret love already! So, you see, a teenage damsel in distress reading, Radha Krishna and KrishnaMurthy. At this point, I also got a book, called The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran. Given, the emotional temperament, that girls are besotted with, or by the virtue of being a girl, being sentimental comes first and logical comes next, I was well versed with the prose of Tagore, his love poems, that he writes in the gardener than the basic tenets of philosophy.

Now at this moment of life, I seek philosophy again, not by choice, by an accident (is serenditpity the write word to be used here…). Not that I was not tempted to go back to Tagore and his lovely expressions ( I will post one of his poems, that I like and you will know what I mean by saying the temperament I possess by the virtue of being born as the female of this specie).

Suddenly, I am reminded of my friend who about 4 years ago, in my attempt to learn philosophy (existentialism and metaphysics fundas), had told me, keep philosophy and your personal life distinct, don’t mix them up. Philosophy is a pursuit. It is not to implement in your life. I had agreed to him, and all these years, I have been somewhere forming my own philosophy of life, and being influenced little by others (I attribute this to my ignorance to philosophy, I have not read Kant, a little bit of Russel and I even wont be able to name ten names of philosophers, next to Plato and Socrates..)

My influence in the last two years have been, Al Ries and Jack Trout. Their marketing fundas! Before, I digress, let me come back to Kahlil Gibran. I would like to post a prose of his, from the book the Prophet.

It is on marriage. And here it is.

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces inyour togetherness.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love : Let it rather be
A moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each others cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but
Each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone thought they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can containyour hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


As always, poetry is also philosophy, and sometimes may be slightly easier to understand.

Now something from Tagore. Before I write it down, let me tell you why I read the gardener, it satisfies, the emotional reader, the emotional writer, the emotional dreamer. Yes, dreamer, somewhere all of us dream, and live in a dreamland, dreams are fed by poetry and not reality. The other day, a friend of mine brought me to stark reality, where a dreamer and a poet has to abandon his literary armaments, and face himself upfront. However, Tagore for now-

I run as a musk deer runs, in the shadows of
the forest mad with his own perfume.
The night is the night of the mid-May ,
the breeze is the breeze f the south.
I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.
From my heart comes out and dances
the image of my own desire.
The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.
I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

There are more prose I can pick from the Gardener but for now, this will be it. However, there remains a two liner, a work of the National poet of Nepal : which is an implementable philosophy for me :

Aayera kahiley ritu siddhidaina
Layera maya mutu ritti daina

Meaning :
1st line : Seasons do not end, by coming. ( my elaboration : seasons come each year, spring comes each year, it does not end by coming again and again… there is an infinite reservoir that nature has.

2nd line: Your heart doesn’t empty itself by loving ( my elaboration : like the infinite reservoir that nature has, that seasons do not end, this heart also belongs to nature, to GOD, who gives us an infinite capacity to love, love doesn’t stop coming in your heart, just because you have loved)

This post should have been titled, poetry, philosophy, marriage and life!

Situation

The writer is working on her notebook (borrowed notebook). No coffee getting cold. She has sipped warm milk, and nowadays she sips milk slightly away from her desk, lest the white fluid spill all over her desk and specially harm her notebook.

Hmm, the situation is lovely. Finally the plot has thickened. The end has lots of activity. Now, as a writer she broods over the situation with intense contemplation.

half written Dialogs:

white Mouse1 : I am hungry.
white Mouse 2 : It is Monday stupid. Vid doesnt eat biscuits in her bedroom, and the Pringles kaa dibba is empty. Wait till morning.

white mouse1: :O are we in vid's room. I thought Vid hates mouses.
white mouse2: are you mad types. Vid is a dudette. she just hates the wriggle of our tails...well she hates our tails, given our species had a bad shady character in Harrry Potter III, she is sligtly wary of us.

white mouse1: but two mice in her room. it is scary.
white mouse2: who said it is vid's room.
white mouse 1: ??
white mouse 2: vid is in a trap and so are we.... the same trap...

hmm... dialogs end...

what is a trap? trap is not having anything intersting to blog about. Having to read annie's crazy blogs, waking up in the middle of the night...and feeling completely woken up.
who says you need to make sense every time.... I dont make sense now, so ??? (what's new...annie must quip here he he)