X & O

Hurt-

2011-10-27T20:47:00.003+05:00

Their most genuine and tragic thoughts,
Should be locked and kept away.
Of great perdition and damned loss,
Thinks your mind, the better days are over?

But you don't exist.
You can't decipher.

You speak when in pain,
Only because happiness has no words.
Recklessly they come pouring out,
Their pathetic sounds of empathy.

But you don't know me.
You can't understand.

Sunshine and starts, fresh and free,
Pace now, look ahead, and ponder deeply.
How can you stop this, when will it end?
Change this course, make them at ease.

Enmity with emotions.

AndAgain-

2011-09-10T19:37:00.003+05:00

It is so much easier from behind the glass.
The effortless lying and the generous laughter.
"You seem so happy"
Yes you do, but it is the silence of the words.

Wallow deep in the pits of numbness.
Reminisce about the cold and ice.
"Your ego seems well fed"
Yes you're proud, let's see for how long.

Either wicked or a mere invertebrate.
Others seldom act in a way that is desirable.
"You'll get what you want"
Yes you might, but it could be worthless.

Striving for a higher low.

Knowing-

2011-07-14T03:51:00.000+05:00

Playing roles has become quite a breeze.
Bitter and happy, gloomy and forlorn,
It is all about the front that matters.

You should just pry open those fingers.

The immeasurable skies pass by with ease.
Cloudy and clear, orange and blue,
Atleast it hasn't started raining yet.

You should just let the sand pour down.

Things have a way of turning out differently.
Great and mediocre, high and rock bottom,
There's no sinking lower after the lowest.

You should just speak your mind now.
But your mind knows not.

TheGrey-

2011-06-19T04:16:00.000+05:00

You want your life to be meaningful.
It should have colors, pinks, and blues.
There have to be others, trivial and significant,
For times of folly and times of need.

It is an arduous task collecting the pinks.
The blues are always in a squeeze.
Their predicaments should be disregarded.
Isn't a life without colors just prosaic?

There are those that will withdraw,
And others who will desert, strand, and jilt.
So prepare and be wary of the grey.
How is one to show affection for these?

Their mixing and forming different blends,
Can confound the brightest of them all.
One after the other creating an absurd concoction
What was added when and how did it become so?

Soon the palette will be washed off clean,
And you will have newer colors to work with.
It may please you to have another chance.
Will you seize the yellow and reset the canvas?

But show your work before the rain comes,
For it will run down all the colors into one.
To a blur the depiction will begin to become,
And to grey may turn your life again.

Escape-

2011-06-13T08:23:00.002+05:00

Faster now as you try to get away,
there is consistent slowing you down.
Airwaves barricade your path as you persist.
And they all try fleeing the denouement.

But you can't seem to move.

Sluggish now as you view the aperture,
doggedly dragging the weight in fear.
You look back over your shoulder.
And hope that you have escaped the worst.

But the door just won't open.

Stagnant now as your heart outraces your being,
helplessly shaking and the final cri de coeur.
You break the wall and let it all out.
And breath in the ameliorated escape.

But the roads have no signs.

Floating now as you realise their duplicity,
their transience perturbs you ceaselessly.
You want to wake out of the torment.
And forget the days of sand and glass.

But silence is a black adversary.
So you conjure it all away.
And run.

Darkness-

2011-05-25T03:21:00.002+05:00

A sound, a creak, the ticking of a clock.
Exhaustion takes over but respite is distant.
Delusions in the dark dominate perception,
And in hopes of rescue, the soul screams silently.

Fear.

Light tries to dissuade flighty notions.
But there is only so much brightness in this world.
Their existence is translucent and vague,
And they are attracted to the horrid and degenerate.

Anger.

The being cannot help but question your actions.
Narrow and self-indulgent are their minds.
Goons and foes, uncaring and withdrawn,
And you try to forgive and hope to forget.

Silence.

Rush in then, simple times of content delirium.
Wish upon a wish that everyone was like you.
They do not persist, they do not plead,
And life is lived each day as it comes.

A pretense of an unloving existence.

VoiceOfTreason-

2011-05-21T03:19:00.000+05:00

Unthinking, exhilarating, heavenly, rapturous,
and the state outside is of no importance.
Being selfish and unaccomodating is rewarding.
Doing what you want to do, for as long as you want.
Thrilling is the catch and the adventure.

Then you're on the road.

Shadows in your mind, a heavy stone tied to your center.
This is how it will be, a preview of what will ensue.
You don't know what you want but you do know,
you maybe probably most definitely don't want this.
So you sit back and engage in the happy masquerade.

Then you're at a traffic light.

Expect nothing from others, said another,
That's the only way you will ever avoid sorrow.
So you try and essay, and try again.
Ofcourse you expect, and hope there is life on mars.
And you are poor in abundance.

Then you're at the destination.

The reclusive bird flying low among the clouds,
commiserates the others that cannot soar at all.
But there is peace on the land, a content certainty.
The catch does reside in the earth and water.
So it ponders landing and grounding itself.

What you have might not stay with you forever.
Gratified unappreciative.
"If you love something, ~~let it go~~"
let them know.

Addiction-

2011-04-03T16:02:00.000+05:00

This state is surely one to be abhorred.
Too many directions and subsequent turmoil.
You thought you knew what you wanted.

It is, or is it not what it seems anymore.
Layer upon layer of guile and pretense.
You wish you could see through it all.

A chime and it all goes back to being pink.
You're enamored and it will take time.
Find the castle or make the moat your abode.

Cool breeze on a bright afternoon.
The repartee between the sun and the sky.
They smile and jest, then abstain and avert.

Will the clock ever strike that time again?
Maybe it will and all will be pink for good.
Else we can live inebriated and forever pretend.

Change is imperative.

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UnderstandingYou-

2011-03-12T04:30:00.002+05:00

You explored and rummaged,
Piles and mounds, of dirt and rubble.
Of lies and deception, and of truth and tales.

Where did you lose that perspicacity?
When was it that all your grey cells evaporated?
Wasn't it enough wading recurrently through the swamp?

But the island of spring in all that mist seemed enticing.
The mere notion of a blissful swim and subsequent repose.
A chance de novo, a shot, hope and a prayer.

And you jumped into the realm of pretense.
Airy and dense, thrilling and mesmerizing.
Just smiled and died a thousand deaths.

You stared them into a quiver and a tumult.
The Pinkdom was all at merry unease and inquietude.
Till the very same old grey seeped in, sure standstill.

A seism, alarm bells, and trepidation.
The island of spring now seems vicious and malevolent.
Mercenaries, pirates, pillagers, narrow characters.

You disintegrate and weepingly lament the carnage.
Unvarying conduct and overlooking of premonitions.
For them divinity intervenes in perpetuum.

Tolerance is not a trait you're endowed with.
Untrammeled are the actions of this self.
Attempt at comprehending your desires.

Observe and cognize, till the skies are pink again.
Applaud the TLC and the regard before it pales.
Shrug it all off just now and later dissolve in the rain.

The dwarfy and precarious, stand tall and resolute.

SlippingBack-

2011-03-05T02:53:00.002+05:00

It is a disorder, this conviviality of yours.
True is the notion, "present mirth hath present laughter".

And you must cash in on the 'opportunities',
Else the bell will toll, and long it will toll,
Till you to your previous delitescence return.

You abhor the actions taken by them.
But your ballgame too, is carried out unorthodoxly.
Loss. And caustic are their shows of farce.

Encircled one, struck off another.
Ignored the mediocre and the unseemly.
A profusion of options and a cataclysm.

Bereft of life is the bird since the sunny days.
The bright beady eyes and the capable wings.
You're almost pushing daisies now.

So try and fly, with all your might.
Smile and seduce, rock and run.
You are meant for fretting and impairing.

Gain and collect. Solace and security,
Their veneration and yearning.
The painstaking efforts taken to confess.

And like a name on a list, selected.
Only to endure for a short pink while.

Reviling the flippancy.

Ennui-

2011-02-27T20:47:00.002+05:00

It is a deathless cycle, forever in nature.
You can't displace the beliefs that govern your very being.

A new face, a new high.
A new start, a new experience.

A new low.
A new end.

The transition is now faster than ever.
But you try to tighten your grip.

And you try to feel.
You try to rise above it all.

No schemes, just serendipity?
Monotony and misery?

"We'll see", time will resolve all constraints.
They make you unsure of what you want.

"Maybe", time will determine the course of action.
But you are not one to relinquish.

Not even time can be given that kind of power.

Prescience-

2011-02-21T02:41:00.002+05:00

The moonlight nimbly cascaded into the room.
It gently caressed the silent figure that stood there.
The silhouette that faced the portrait of a rose.
In a reverie, it was falling and languishing.

A gust of wind, and the windows blew open.
Fresh air gushed in, but brought with it no respite.
Droplets fell on the marble pane,
and a stream flowed down the wall.

Wintry cool breeze sent shivers down the self.
Feet planted, eyes fixed and arms hung at either side.
The aching bosom heaved and the figure shook with a sigh.
Forever, the rose would retain its beauty.

But what would become of you?
A resolute and firm countenance depicts fortitude.
So too does a determined and stern one.
Can you let the elements determine your happenstance?

Break and fall away from the portrait.
The being strived to stay above the surface.
Brighter was the moonlight now and it exposed the figure.
Darkness fled and the bare form stood unmasked.

The rose looked down at the simple self.
As the flame wavered and the candle blew out,
the clouds thundered and sent forth sentiments of malaise.
Foreboding was the witching hour.

Shadows danced around the figure, ridiculing it.
But it stayed fixated upon the flower's evermore contentedness.
Even the winds of change cannot undo the done.

And the self knew.

BeingTorpid-

2011-02-05T18:29:00.001+05:00

This is taking you far away,
away where you don't even laugh or cry.

Deafening silence.

Still are all the broken shards.
Shards covered in the injuries they have caused.
Motionless fragments of beautiful glass,
that were caught in a whirlwind of tragedy.

Awakened slumber.

Begin again, start anew, rewind it all, you yearn uselessly.
Regrets will just bereave you of tomorrow.

Vanish into nothingness sorrows of yesteryear.

Accumulated emotions take flight into the vastness.

Blinding reality.

Yet again you find yourself in shambles.

So you invoke the wrath of God upon them.

The latent fiend is quick to resurface.

It brings with it seas of irascible grievances.

Loud echoes.

Shut them out. Refresh the chapter. Feign complacency.

Exuberance, gaiety, fireworks and rainbows.

Pink for now.

Sunbright-

2011-01-24T01:23:00.001+05:00

A profusion of thoughts and a flurry of ideas,
But you've run out of ink to pen them down.
Just when the precipitancy of your wishes is infinite too.

You start to misrecollect.
What. Think. Think again.
Come back.
Vanished?

You engage in excogitation, anticipating an ephiphany.
Cri de coeur!
Voices in agony; Please let us not forget.
We have come this far.

Alas, you have come out too far.
But the stars are brighter here, the moon bigger, the colors better.
And you could be happier.
Do you take it all and justify thoughtlessness?

Let the corporeality of your soul not be an impediment.
"You're going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul".

They will stab you, cut you, open you, then examine you.
Only to understand that minute yellow speck in the core.

And they won't.

Won'tBeTheLastOfYou-

2011-01-18T00:57:00.000+05:00

So you won't take a bow.
You feel that the winds will change direction.

A smile.
And walls made of cobwebs are deconstructed.
It's been a while now since you plunged.
The darkness is astounding.
It hides them all.

So you envelope yourself in the assortment.
Shrouded in the richness of grime.

Disembarrass yourself.
Effulgent will be your demeanour, promise.

A nod.
And the glaciers of incongruity melt.
It's been some time since you looked.
There is no vision for miles.
Reassuring is the sound of your thoughts.

After all, you're just as enterprising.
And you just won't let it get over.

AboutYourself-

2011-01-12T21:22:00.000+05:00

It's funny.

You can write about him, her, and them too.
But when it comes to writing about yourself, you can find no words.

How is it that you know yourself best and yet you know nothing about yourself?
Do you need a mirror in front of you while you write?
Or perhaps a song playing in the background?

After all, you do tend to relate to most songs. They depict your very life.

Do you realise how odd it is talking to space?
More odd is talking to strangers about yourself.

They say you tend to talk to strangers about yourself when you feel estranged.
No one cares. You don't either. You're selfish. You don't want to listen but you want to be heard.

It's funny.
You can talk about him, her and them too.
But when it comes to talking about yourself, you can find no voice.

And it's scary.
You have so much to say.
But you're running out of time.

Don'tYouForgetAboutMe-

2011-01-03T23:58:00.000+05:00

Will you walk on by like they don't exist?

Their faces form an aide memoire, yet you won't recall.

You want their love and their hate, be their raison d'etre?

Tis but an easy task, being pensive in front of the scornful.

And the commoners are not fooled by your astute ways.

Pretty pink things, fancy sweet talk, zeal and excitement.

Everything is to be spoken of with great vehemence.

See, they must believe you.

So you become a mere 'brick in the wall' in this pinked up world.

Yes, sweet remembrance for you always. And forever.

But it is a matter of time and not enough of it. Fait accompli and you can go back no more.

Let your self not pass you by?

There is only so much you can do to quell another and then avoid being trampled on in return.

Atleast you were thought about.

C'est la vie

01-01-11

2011-01-01T03:26:00.000+05:00

You're irresolute. And enveloped in depravity.

There is no end to your lies.

You lie to your mirror. The thought of being relinquished sends shudders down your spine.

After all, you've never been alone. Who can even survive alone?

Now that kinda existence is just absurd.

The sand pours down as you try to think about the right answer. Is there even a right answer?

Slow it down.

It has changed. There can be no answer.

That's just ludicrous.

There's always an answer.

But you're a liar. And it makes your soul gray. Your reflection wavers at your very sight.

Morality is just a value. It is rather discomfiting.

You appeal to your self to eschew the truth.

There is an answer.

It is the origination, of an impasse.

Acquiescence-

2010-12-27T01:38:00.000+05:00

You know something is amiss when you start expecting an opaque figure to reflect.

It is when you ignore the reality and converse with the deaf. And dumb.

You drowned even though you knew how to swim.

No struggle, and you let go.

And now the sea is full of corpses, just like yours.

Did you fear repudiation? Was it self abnegation? Or were you simply scared of being obliterated?

"All of those things", you answer in a tone of complacent resignation.

But you will never be exonerated.

AndTheyWillWalkAllOverYou-

2010-12-22T21:30:00.000+05:00

Aren't you the able one. With your head set straight, your goals all aligned.
You know what you want. Or you think you do anyway.
They come to you for counsel. And what do you know?
They love you. For now.
Are you happy?

No?

You're wretched-pretentious, giving them a piece of that divine chocolate cake you made, making them all euphoric. All at once.
Is that even possible? How do you do it?
Did you leave some one out? Oh well then. That one will just have to endure the neglect outside the Pinkdom till the priorities change.

Or wait. Do your priorities even change? It's all about the rainbow over the hills is it not?

They'll just go away if they're meant to. Or else they'll stay.
It's always fun and amusement you're after. Did you ever stop to think?

So think. Like they all do. Try, being one of them.

Oh. Can't find your way back to the campsite? The smouldering coals.
Abandoned.

Comfortable in the uncomfortable. At peace in a storm.
Stable in being unstable?
Yeah.
You'll persevere. Be disconsolate. Then crumble.
Doormat.

X&O

2010-12-13T15:08:00.000+05:00

An omnipresent state of mind it could be.
Do good.
And you must. Because not doing so will just discombobulate them.

You can have everything, if you want it.
But what good is it? Don't think.
It is a fine state of mind, you can live with it till it's not.

But stay true.
And you must. Because they will reconnoitre the being for further attacks.
Go through your soul like a narcissist in a mirrored maze.

Back and forth. Till you shake. Crash, then fall.

Oh descried. Coup de grace.
So you exist no more.

YouHearButYouDon'tListen-

2010-12-10T14:03:00.001+05:00

You're such a douche. To me and everyone around you.

It's that scheming brain. Forever opportunistic. You're ugly.

I'd push you off a cliff if I got the chance. Maybe when you have your back to me.

My only fear is that I might miss you after the deed is done.

The Self. After all is said and done. Soulless.

Summer-ing.

2009-06-09T03:12:00.000+05:00

So finally I had the time to blog about it all. I've been sleeping late at night and wakin into the noon of the next day...watchin movies, three to four in a day...

what bliss....
and what a waste...

I'm becoming a 'nocturnal creature' of sorts and don't know if i like it much. I want to intern somewhere. Maybe it'll make me more active. I need a proper routine. Everything is too random. Need to plan.

So finally I had the time to blog about it all. And yet I haven't done much to blog about.

xoxo

Twitterholic?

2009-04-21T23:46:00.000+05:00

So I realised I haven't written much here in a while...i blame twitter, which is a great substitute in a way...microblogging seems more fun and I feel I indulge in it rather frequently...probably more than what's healthy...also because its on my phone; thus the ease of accessibility factor...but the only drawback is the 140 characters limit there...

I wonder how many out there feel the same way...

so long blog.
see you when i feel like venting and writing a lot more than a 140 characters tweeet =)

xoxo

Twitter

2009-04-01T01:34:00.000+05:00

So after hearing much about it and wanting to follow the whole buzzz...i decided to join Twitter.
It seems like a condensed version of blogging and I wish more of my friends would join me there! here's a link

http://twitter.com/areeej

see you there!
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xoxo

Hopelessness.

2009-03-22T22:59:00.000+05:00

This life as just an aptitude test which will determine our ending up in either the abode above or the pit below. What we do here is written down and assessed accordingly. Seems to me like a game of sorts.

First He made us. Then He placed us along with the rest of them. Soon He tested us. And eventually He decided our fate in accordance with our actions and performance in this place. If its all in His hands, then why make us live here in the first place? Are we just pieces on a chessboard? I know questioning religious beliefs may be considered a sin. Who are we to question God's will? =(

But this is just hopelessness, not faithlessness. When praying doesn't help you get out of your despair, what do you resort to? Patience? Forbearance? Had I but world and time enough for that in this fast paced life of mine..heh.

I learnt just one valuable lesson yesterday; life is a lie, death is the only truth. So prepare for the world hereafter, and die doing good.

Rest In Peace Zohaib Aijaz. I'm sure you're in a better place. InshaAllah.

xoxo

URock!

2009-03-19T19:29:00.000+05:00

So I was just appointed one of the URock (Ufone) brand ambassadors for IBA Main Campus. Its not as easy as I thought it would be since most of the potential buyers have already been approached by other ambassadors on campus! However, I haven't let that stop me or bring me down and I will finish what I've started and that too in the best way I can. It is a good pastime and a great distraction for my rather distressed state of mind, which is always filled with thoughts about a bleak future or how to make things right. I wish nobody had any issues ever. yeah, crazy idealistic, I know...

If I succeed at being a good brand ambassador and have consistent progress, then InshaAllah I might even get a great internship over the summer! I am mostly looking forward to all the URock concerts' organizing committees I will get to be a part of because my major interest is in event management anyway... well i just hope everything goes according to plan.

here is the URock video I found on YouTube...

xoxo

craving...!!

2009-03-18T21:29:00.000+05:00

ahhhhh I would do anythinggg to have Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie right now!! I feel all tingly inside just thinking about opening up a pint and indulging, even if it's just one spoonful. How can anyone resist? So chocolatey, so fudgey...so brownieee! A mixture of all things chocolate. The perfect combination. It can't get better.

I WANT.

NOW. =(

xoxo

Charlieeee the Unicorn!

2009-03-18T21:16:00.000+05:00

I this this has to be the most amusing animated video I've ever seen!! Enjoy! =P

xoxo

Designer Lollipops! what next? =P

2009-03-18T04:15:00.000+05:00

So much for being candy for the kids, now lollipops are also made in the shapes of luxury brand logos! I wonder how much each costs =P LOUIS VUITTON!!!

GUCCI Yves Saint Laurent

CHANEL

xoxo

The Fray - Heartless (Cover)

2009-03-18T03:45:00.000+05:00

I just love this song these days...a brilliant cover by The Fray of Kanye West's song Heartless.

xoxo

"Of Mice and Men"

2009-03-17T00:10:00.000+05:00

I read this book recently, Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. It was ludicrous for the most part till I began seeing it in a different light. Two men, Lennie and George are field workers who travel together and while George is the cynical, smart one, he protects the rabbits-obsessed Lennie who has limited mental capabilities. They both wish to live on a piece of land they own and can tend to without being answerable to anyone.

In pursuit of this dream, they start working at a farm and as the novel progresses, certain incidents occur which lead to the book's tragic ending. What I felt after reading this book was a mixture of disgust, melancholy and a certain hollowness. Is human life that expendable? Would you kill just to save?

Moreover it evoked various negative emotions within me and it made me question myself; can you trust even your closest friend? If you can't, then who do you lay all your burdens of trust on? Why do most people need someone to depend on? If people desire companionship, does their loneliness end with death if they aren't able to find their significan other?

So why didn't George lead the men away and protect Lennie? How can you kill to save? If he had saved Lennie and they had run away, the story wouldn't really have a tragic ending and in my opinion, it's usually tragic endings that appeal to readers. =(

xoxo

"Pakistan in 2020" -SpeechCommunication

2009-03-16T22:38:00.000+05:00

On just another typical day of my life, I was skimming through a really old photo album in which I was just a little thumb sucking brat …in that I came across a picture of me with my aunt and my uncle…my uncle had a long beard with the mustache being clean shaved and my aunt was wearing a long black silky dress and her head was covered with what we used to call hijab just a few years ago……
and at that moment it actually occurred to me, that you never see men with beards in Pakistan anymore!!

And women don’t wear these dresses nowadays at all……barely anyone has their head covered, let alone covering their body with that long piece of black cloth…..why is this so?? What happened to the people around me in such short time?? The album that I hold in my hand would be at max just 30 years old……and 30 yrs is not a very long time… for cultures and societies to change themselves!!!

This thought got me thinking…that everything has just changed around me….even me a 32 year old woman is now working and living alone without any troubles…totally independent….something that was not found in our country, our culture, our society even less than 10 years ago……

’10 yrs is nothing, it’s a very short time’ I remember perfectly my college graduation cuz it wasn’t so far back…..yeah it was the same year ………2011………….when it all started happening in Pakistan……..the bombing…and the war on terror.. got so out of hand that people started questioning our own religion….we blamed people with beards for the extremism…and for the unstoppable suicide bombing… the masses started protesting against all violent acts…..the rich and the powerful used all their powers..to get rid of the so called mullahs from our society…..they used all means necessary to persuade the govt. to do the same……thousands were killed……millions went into hiding or ran away to Afghanistan……….

All of this sparked a revolution in the country which caused most people to forget the words under which Pakistan was made “ la illaha ill allah”. This did not only mean that there is only one God but it also meant that we should’ve followed what God told us to follow. I knew what these words meant but somehow I barely had time to bow down in prayer to Him, these words weren’t an integral part of my life anymore.

How did Pakistan become a place where men and women could live together without getting married……where women would walk on streets dressed in the least moderate of ways………where men and women would have so much competition amongst each other in the job market they would give up their families and religion just to succeed…….

Then it came into my head and struck me like bullet….and I thought this isn’t actually bad….or is it??? In fact was it actually our religion Islam that was holding us back from all this liberalization, this development?

I shut the album and kept it on the shelf. Looking through 10th floor apartment window, my gaze swept the city below me, the only thing I remembered being the same all my life was the setting sun. At one point in time I used to have 3 cars at my disposal, now I, like the masses used the Monorail. Petrol was a luxury and only the richest 10 families in Pakistan had access to it.

There were no shops in the urban setting where I live because everyone shopped online. Shope did exist in the slums though. But how does it make sense to go out shopping for things? I remember doing so myself back then too….well… I must’ve had a lot of time then….As the glittering lights became brighter over the twilight I thought of the days I used to spend in the dark when there was loadshedding, well atleast some evils were now eliminated!!

These thoughts depressed me. I didn’t have time to think. I had a lot of work to do. How did my life become so busy that I couldn’t spare myself a good 10minutes to just reminisce about the past? I must get to work, for I was just a part of the system now. A mere “cog in the machine”.

xoxo

Buy. ology

2009-03-16T00:41:00.000+05:00

Today I attended one of the most inspiring conferences I've ever been to...It was arranged at City Campus, IBA and I was one of the Volunteers as well as attending delegates. This workshop/presentation was based on Buy. ology, Truth and Lies about why we buy, a book by Martin Lindstrom.

It dealt with Neuromarketing experiments, scanning the brains of many consumers to assess what they think and how brands should or should not be advertised.
Various concepts were discussed regarding viral marketing, subliminal marketing and sensory branding. It was not only a thought provoking and mindblowing presentation but it probably guarantees competitive edge to those who attended over those who missed out on this opportunity.

However, as interactive and amusing as it was, some of the examples really shocked me. The instance where an Iphone was blended in a Blend-it-well blender and made into Ismoke was just disturbing.

Even the bit about how the "Smoking Kills" signs on cigarette packs actually lead to an increase in the number of smokers was quite a shocker. Apparently indirect ways of advertising such as merchandising, and associations surpass direct ones such as logos on billboards..?!!!
I was just overwhelmed with the mastery of Lindstrom's presentation skills and would suggest everyone to watch out if another opportunity arises and read his book Buy. ology.

for more information you can check his website

http://www.martinlindstrom.com/

xoxo

wishlist =)

2009-03-15T03:33:00.000+05:00

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wow...it was fun making this =D

http://froogle.google.com/shoppinglist?a=SWL&email=reej_88%40hotmail.com&id=2407817769299836601

xoxo

I can't be anyone but Me.

2009-01-17T18:56:00.000+05:00

Bipolar personality.Whimsical ideas.Impulsive decisions.Overindulgent habits.Reckless choices.Persistent melancholy.Excessive hypomania.Unconventional motivation.Absent tolerance.Harmless highs.Incongruous views.Manic indifferent.

Incomprehensible, racing thoughts haunt this overused mind. At times, it's filled with absurd, fantastical, and often ridiculously unreasonable ideas.

Don't tell me not to worry, that everything will be okay, and its a passing phase.

Its all here, and now.

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xoxo

Me, Myself and...my shadow?

2009-01-12T23:52:00.000+05:00

I don't want to care. But i'm conflicted. I want to know what the future entails.

I feel inadequate when alone. In a crowd I feel at home. Do I let it bother me or do I it let go? Is it normal? What is 'normal'? Is 'normal' the same for everyone?

I used to be one who refuses to believe in a risk-free society where the thrill of living is traded for the safety of existence. Was that an inherent belief or an acquired one?

I wish I knew how to live without fear. I fear the dark, the unknown. I fear rejection, their dissatisfaction.

I know myself. But only sometimes.

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xoxo