Update

10:17 am

There's a cultural studies class on in college. But I'm chaffing around in my hostel room, dressed in near nothing, completing a market research assignment. Some people were up all last night, and I've been up since 6 this morning. Nothing spectacular, just that I hate numbers with the same spite that I reserve for mathematics.

With a new penchant for not shaving (my face) while the navratras are on, I have a beard for the first time in my life. Back home, Dad doesn't shave for these 9 days, and being someone who's sans stubble every day of the year, he presents an odd sight at the end of it all. I decided to try it for myself and see what would happen. My token appreciation to the gods and a new thing to do. Vain possibly, but I haven't really given in to it all this time. There are a couple of guys around who conduct regular experiments with their facial hair, but I haven't had any affinity for it except mild amusement.

Reading has been going full steam these last few days. I plan to start a section on this blog where I'd like to write about the movies I watch, the books I read and the like. My two bits to the process. Some day, when I become famous and all, people would be following my gospel with bated breath, and would scour for the insights I had on various things in my archives.

I started this post with the express purpose of expressing something-
Placements are here. I'd give an arm and a leg and more, if needed, to work here. There are a few reasons-
They are the best at what they do.
I would not be an employee ID,
I'd not be restricted to advertising (they design air hostesses' uniforms too)
I get to work on Royal Enfield.
I get to change Nokia's advertising or may be change myself.
They are a kilometre and a half away from home (so I can get them homemade lunch)
They don't talk about digital being the next big thing. They are at a forefront of it. Check this out for instance.
They are absofuckinglutely brilliant with most things they decide to touch.

The only issue is I really don't know how to approach them. People approach them in strange ways.
With advertising, most people who are looking for people who have a streak. I don't. I like reading up, everything. From back of product packages, to catalogues to newspapers, magazines and blogs. I haven't really had one of those Che Guevara-meets-Jack Kerouac moments yet.

There's a mild sense of insecurity if this'd really happen. I've been readying myself daily for the day they say no, so I can safely opt for a job that my folks and pals would like and say wow to.

Fat Chance!

W+K. I'll try. And again. and then some more.