Posts Tagged ‘motivation’
Starting out with our own little Design Firm
Couldn’t find a better way to put it, than this (have made minor edits where neccessary, like, adding commas and censoring the protagonists name):
dude says: hey… wats purple leaf?
me: it’s the name of a design firm…
dude says: hmm…uncanny name
me: uncanny?
dude says: wats a PURPLE leaf??
me: haha, yes. well, leaf stands for a lot of pure, new, fresh things. and purple does have a sense of royalty attached to it, na?! now does purple leaf make sense to u?
dude says: ohh…i guess so. so… wat r u doing for purple leaf?
me: well, i’m doing quite a lot for it… too long a list :P
dude says: like? financing it? :P
me: well, for starters…i am.
dude says: eh??
me: also, running it. on a 25% ownership basis :)
dude says: wat? how?
me: alongwith 3 other designers. we’re in the process of starting a small little new firm…just to try out…
dude says: dude, u already have a company?
me: we dont technically have one. registration and all that can happen only after we return to campus…but yes, the fire has been lit :)
dude says: NICE. who are the other three?
me: shamik, jasmeet, and aditya bandi
dude says: sahiii. yaar, wish i had the nerve to do things like u.
me: haha…well, we’re shit scared too…
dude says: :)
me: and frankly, we know that the timing is something people will laugh at us for… but well, we had to take a step, and took it. if we fail or win, only time can tell :) either ways, we’ll end up learning, so who cares! :)
dude says: hmm… true
Sub-note: We’ve completed 2 years out of 4, for our Beachelors’ degree in Design, and actually had only 1 year of Design courses (iit course structures demand for us to spend the first year doing rather-lame engineering courses). Agreeably, we’re novices, but well, that won’t stop us from experimenting with life :) Earning money is not really a priority – we hope to gain some experience, that’s all.
Wish us luck. Or mock us. As you may.
Part 1 : RefelctionsPokes, Insinuations, Pointless Ranting, Satire and down-right Bull-Shit. Sure as hell, they get people interested. Sure, this blog got a lot (lot lot) more hits because of this style of writing. Criticising systems, and occasionally using satire or making suggestive statements with a hope of getting a message across. Smooth. And sure, when more people read the blog, the deftly mentioned message has a greater chance of reaching out. As opposed to serious posts, that no one bothers to read. And then i thought. I have no sense of pride, in authoring these posts. Sure, i feel satisfied. More readers = More popularity = A Weird sense of satisfaction. But to what bloody end? Any thoughtful post i wrote went commentless. To think that most readers of this blog are so-called IITians. Bloody nerds can’t even give a thought on serious issues. They will happily type out pages over pages of lewd comments against girls (anonymously) on Orkut, but very (very very) rarely have i seen them write OR comment on issues that really matter. I feel hollow. I began blogging as a means of letting myself out. And yes, humour proved to be an addictive, and immensely satisfying outlet. But it seems, this form of writing only entertains people. There’s no shame in that, but this is not what would drive me. People can read off papparazzi sites, or watch bloopers on YouTube for their daily dose of humour. I had an aim in life. Either to be the change that our systems of life need, or to facilitate that change. Apparently, writing humour for a mostly-IITian-audience (the others: apologies to them) is like digging oil-wells on the clouds ['Driving into an iron- wall' might ring a bell]. Surely i’m more than this? Popularity was never really my forte. Frankly, i’m too stupid to have the brains to be sly or play the popularity-game. And i’m not going to harbour false intentions to that end. If bullshit is the only thing that’ll make this blog popular, then i detest popularity. (Detesting bullshit, was by-default) Full Stop. Part 2 : IntentionsI’ve always been a solitary individual. And i know that that’s the way i shall remain. What i am, i proudly am. But this blog-space is not something i would like to see crafted along those same lines. I’m tired of seeing so-many solo blogs, with brilliant stuff, but trivial reader-bases. Would really like to try co-blogging. |
verse: success.joy.
Blank verse.
Blank? Can’t have a qualification more inept than that.
Blank verse is the one truest form of poetry. Uninhibited. Pure. Never calling for the poet to play around with rhythms and such extravagances. For, poetry, as an expression of the deepest of emotions, has a rhythm of its own. It appeals to anyone and everyone that shares in his bosom, the poet’s own emotions…
Success. Joy. I doubt i’ll ever make a composition as simple, and wonderful, again. B’coz i doubt i’ll ever hate myself as poignantly as i did then.
Success. Joy.
Twas not so far ago,
I was what i wanned be.
If i were to look back
On myself
I’d smile,
O those was the days.
No wont, no need,
Yet, such a fine stead.
Tasted success so young,
It poisoned my veins.
Today, sunk in vanity,
I look to but weep.
But tears won’t flow,
Ebbed by a resolve to resurrect,
That which i oughtta be.
Stand upright once more,
And look back to my time.
This time i look to earn,
What was once mine.
Success. Joy.
Sometimes, i sit up and wonder whether i’ve done anything worthwhile since i wrote the verse (which, by the way, i did in april,’07). And then i realise that i’ve actually achieved something i had not expected, or, for that matter, wanted. Yet, i choose to make the most of it. Play with my destiny (if there ever was a thing such as destiny) by my own rules.
