I want to see this creative fellow. * Bows Down *
-Chronicwriter
( Am recovering from fever. So I would not be regular in the blog village this week)
I want to see this creative fellow. * Bows Down *
-Chronicwriter
( Am recovering from fever. So I would not be regular in the blog village this week)
My Daily Routine
My day starts exactly at 6 a.m.when Shakin' Stevens starts singing "You drive me crazy" through my Mobile phone. Oh Yea!!! That is my alarm tone. My hand automatically moves from under the blanket, finds the alarm snooze button and presses it accurately.Over the past two years, I have become an expert in switching off the alarm with my eyes closed(even in my sleep). This process of snoozing goes on till 7.15 a.m; because that is the exact time when my bum willbe spanked by my roomie.
7.30 a.m is the exact time my official conveyance reaches my place and hence I have very little time to brush my teeth,complete the metabolic activity,Iron my clothes, take bath, Apply soap on my body, Apply shampoo on my balding head, dab my underarm with some kick-Axe effect and change into my formal attire that includes knotting tie.Still I haven't figured the right way of knotting the tie. I tie it around my neck in a fashion that is very similar to Paris Hilton's Tube tops. ( I feel sorry for the guys who come here for some Hot paris hilton stuff)
I somehow manage to catch the conveyance and the one hour long drive to office starts off. As soon as I get into the vehicle I doze off. The driver wakes me up at 8.30 a.m and I find myself in my office. Work place is one place where the real devil in me reveals his shades in true eastman colour.
8.30 a.m : I log into my system (The boot time makes me impatient. I walk around and disturb my colleagues in the mean while)
8.35 a.m : I come back to my seat and Check my blogger comment section and reply to all the comments. I hop around my blog-mate circle and comment like a beggar vomiting on George Bush's mouth.
9.00 a.m : I raise my arms and spread the Axe-effect around
9.01 a.m : After getting dirty stares from the babes at work, I move to the pantry to munch on some chocolates and biscuits.
9.30 a.m : Long tea break is over and hence it is time to commence work.I open my Task list and in the process of reading through it, I get confused
9.35 a.m : Log into Orkut. Didja believe that? A guy getting Fraaansheep requests. Thanks to the Blog. Reply to scraps.
10.30 a.m: Quite tired after one hour of orkutting. So Time for a break. I send a invitation to all the nutty co workers and everyone head towards the pantry. Laughter follows. This is the long tea break
11.30 a.m: Boss calls for team meeting. Team meeting is a place where everyone talks like the proceedings in the parliament.
12.noon: Come back to seat and check my Blog again.
12.30 p.m: Lunch time
1:30 p.m: Lunch should be followed by dessert.
2:00 p.m: Dessert should be followed by a long walk. The nutty gang joins in for the fifteen minute walk around office
2: 15 p.m: Back to office. Time for a small nap
3.30 p.m: What a sweet dream.** Yawn**. I am awake now. I look into my computer screen. Some mails ( Loads of forwarded mails and a couple of work related mails). Forwarded mails get the first priority.
4.30 p.m: Time to check my work related mails. (Only one hour more for the day to get over. Yeah my work timing is from 8:30 a.m to 5:30 p.m). Slog.. Slog.. Slog till 5.30 p.m
5.30 p.m: Get back into the conveyance vehicle and get back into slumberland
6.30 p.m: Time to give some work to my mobile phone. Make prank calls to my friends
8 p.m: Dinner time
8:30 p.m: Back to bed ( Thoughts running wild.. What should I post tomorrow?)
I really do not know when exactly I doze off. I am trying to figure that out soon
-Chronicwriter
That is my anna (Brother) dancing for me. My momma says that my maamaa dances well. But according to me , my anna is the best dancer in the whole world. See his facial expressions, his hand-eye-leg coordination.
Lets us Stop Child Abuse Now. I enjoyed my childhood days. I still remember those days.Playing with other little kids Fresh in my memories. Are the present day kids safe ?
It shouldn't hurt to be a child...
After all, Every Child is special
-Chronicwriter
Remember the first ads that graced the Indian audience in the early 70s? Pataudi endorsing Gwalior suitings.
Ad agencies failed to realise that Indian audience kept on admiring their favorite stars and were not giving major attention to the message conveyed through the ads. The complete man venture by Raymonds took advertising to a new level in India. Unfamiliar faces started wearing the suitings and were gracing the media and it really made a great impact on the viewers' minds too.These guys were a new breed of models who were camera shy and never looked into the camera. Still Raymonds was successful in conveying the message across to the audience with their wonderful jingle.
Well if little known guys can make a big impact in the world of advertising, Why can't a little guy like me shine in front of the camera? I just travelled a few places and posed all by myself for these three clicks. I hope atleast the local - vest- brand from my home town endorses me for their product. Now you would have realised that the whole post was written just to post these three pictures of mine in my blog. Cheap mentality right? BTW, I came across this shocking picture of Mallika Sherawat.
This is the first ever time I am seeing her properly dressed. No wonder I am shocked.
-Chronicwriter
Her shell is bonded to her body thanks to fevicol. Hope Menaka Gandhi does not file a suit against me for sticking that shield on Shilpa's smooth back.
-Chronicwriter