Open Happiness

What an optimistic thought! What a brilliant idea.

Happiness a universal feeling!

When a brand adopts such a HUGE idea, its simply awesome.

Happiness the word makes you feel alive and fresh.

It makes you want to embrace life

It puts a smile on your face

The Coca Cola Company is an enigma for all marketing professional

It has created brand love amognst its consumers by creating moments of happiness

This messaging is global and consistent for years and creates die hard fans for the brand

I am amazed a brand can do this with one product for 125 years!
I super like this:)

I only wish they would create low or zero calorie products and makes the world a happier place by making us all healthy.

Here's to happiness!

Better late than never

I have picked up the mighty virtual pen again after a year and a half. It's been a long hiatus!

I have missed this space, the freedom that it offers- to think, to ponder.

I have been doing my bit in writing through my editorials in Anugraham, a socio religious magazine.

I have been making presentations and making notes as well at work:)

I also started using the diary in my phone and jot down things in it daily

But I have had my share of flirtations with all these different media and nothing beats this space that I own cyberspace.

Still my first love will always remain Anne Franks' outlet - a personal diary, where i squiggle, draw little thingies all over and pur my heart out:)

That's all for now...will be a regular on this page, that's my promise!

Timelessness

Never did I realise the importance of time as I have done so now
I know now what "being hard pressed for time" means

Never did I know what extreme fatigue was
I know now what "being dead to the world" means

Never did I know what timelessness meant
I know now what "work life balance" means

It's a new phase, a new period, a new part of life
But, it is consuming every waking minute and sleep...errr...what's that?

Never have I given up and never will I,
Work it out I will, till the balance is achieved!

Desire vs Deserve

"God does not give us what we desire but gives us what we need."

I read need as deserve here. It's true. We think we know it all. In reality we know nothing.

Sometimes, you feel like that little pup that chases every moving car and gets to...nothing. Right?

Sometimes, you are just barking up the wrong tree. Correct?

Sometimes, you think this is what you should be doing. No?

Sometimes, you are so full of questions which you think you have answers to. Really?

Sometimes, its best just to take a deep breath and wait. True?

Shubh Deepavali!

I love Diwali....the lights, the colours, the air of festivity!

I hate the sounds, the crackers, the pollution, the futility of it all!

I have never burst crackers after we had a slide show in school when I was in 2nd grade on the poor lives of the children of Sivakasi. It moved me to tears and I vowed never again to light another cracker in my life and I never did.

Diwali is the festival of lights. It all about ringing in the new. Its about happiness and spreading cheer.

I love the whole early morning bathing ritual and doing the rounds of all the temples in Matunga(suburb) in Mumbai which is also known as little Madras.

I love the process of putting up fairy lights. I love painting dozens of diyas in vagaries of colours and styles. It is such a relaxing and fun exercise.

I am OCD about cleanliness. So, Diwali is a legitimate excuse to spring clean and how. I love lighting aroma scented candles in sparkling clean and prettily lit up house!

It has lit up my face with a grin so huge.I'm loving it!

Shubh Deepavali folks!

Shalom!

Sundays are generally super lazy. It's the day when even God decided to rest. Sabbath.

Wake up at a leisurely pace. Head for a nice long drive stopping en route Madras Cafe or Mysore Cafe for super piping "dabra coffee" and set dosa with white butter. Yumilicious!

Today was no different. A little boy with a bugle in his hand was playing it loud and clear and off key for our brunch enjoyment. His parents were squirming and looked visibly embarrassed yet proud at the same time. You know the " oh my poor little brilliant child" look that parents generally have:)

Suddenly, something really funny caught my eye. The bugle boy's t-shirt.

"I have my dad's looks and my mom's brains" it read!

An MCP would say "that explains the behaviour"

A feminist would say "that's great. Is already showing signs of genius"

For me, I was just tickled. My funny bone was laughing its marrow out.

Great start to a Sunday funday I say!

Self poem for someone special!

Someone supremely special inspired the following thoughts :

I was walking, when I tripped.

I was talking, when I looked.

I was jiving, when I dropped.

I was miming, when I thawed.

I was laughing, when I gasped.

I was gazing, when I reeled.

I was searching, when I grappled.

I was escaping, when I stumbled.

I was trying, when I cried.

I was giving up, when I discovered.

         - Samyukta Ganesh

03/11/2010

Thanks for being so wonderful!
You are always an inspiration!
Thanks for your undying love and support!

God bless you!