Marriage - A conclusive study

People around me are getting hooked left, right and center. Its as if there is one of those mass marriages going on! (mass marriages happen in Rajasthan in a pandal where there are rows of brides and grooms that get married in a mass ceremony, no wonder then , that most Rajasthanis celebrate their birthdays in pretty much the same week of the that particular month)

Its as if - today; these people are like me (read: single and wavery) and then tomorrow - poof! they have almost intimate, entangled-in-the-arms, pictures on social sites!
Man! gives me the jitters...

Although, married life would be interesting (apart from the obvious!)
There would be like minded company to talk to -
I would not be looked down upon as an uncontrolled, obnoxious, drunk ,party animal, who lacks values generally. Moreover single-and-going-to-spy-on-aunties guy in housing societies - (This does not warrant the assumption that this has happened to me, its only grapevine that i talk from...)
There would some amount of social standing for me -
I would get more traction for leaves and otherwise at work even -
People, especially, of the older generation, have a way of looking at bachelors. They use the same kind of look for pimps; or some other entity owning a shallow character. I would finally would have rid that!

the general mindset of folk including bachelors themselves is - They can stay in whatever condition that you would put them in. It is a very disturbing notion to think such . It is akin to thinking that bachelors are like cattle. Herd them all together in a pen and give them dry grass to eat. Milk them all you want and not a whimper from them!

Bachelors like me want to wage an intensive campaign against such mindsets. It appals me whenever that i think of spending money on some luxury item and a met with disbelieving stares saying - "Why on earth would you want to do that?!"
Truth be told - my situation has improved, if this was earlier; a TV was considered to be a luxury!

Besides that of course, marriage would have its responsibilities as well. Minding women (never good at that), minding old folks of the yonder family (not good at that either), minding 'evemotions' (WOHA!!).
Minding finances is Farex! (F*** - Farex! OMG!!!)

Whats in the brackets is another line of thought that i would altogether leave aside.

So dear reader, any interesting women that you know of?

Rage - Why?

I'm angry.

OK, i don't know why but i am seething with something inside of me. It has not happened to me for a long while now.

In the evening i was this really snappy doberman. Would have bit the head off a person who dared cross me. I was in that mood. Strange part is that i feel good in one of these states of mind. Bold and rabid. Aggressive to the extreme. And that's the way to exist in this world sometimes i think. Bite the other guys head off before he spears you in the chest.

It is also probably the reason why top guys are always aggressive. Make no mistake, there is no room for niceness in the world. You gotta be a prick to be the one.

So, i was seething, snappy and wired. People around me guessed i was in a state.
Come to think of it, i am like this mostly now a days.
Not good for my blood pressure. Gosh, i have started talking like a 40 year old!

Logging off and watching cartoons!

'Wordy'

This is in reply to a comment that has made me write a new post. Oh! but don't get me wrong, i am not being forced here. I am in fact in one of my 'wordy' moods.

'Wordy' here means that probably the English speaking side of me has woken up again. Creativity goes for a toss where i work. Mundane stuff is peddled as being creative (sic)

So, being in one of the talkative moods and sending the analyst side of me to sleep for a while, i once again write about my shiny white shoes. I just love them! and once more they are clean! It just fills my heart with warmth seeing them sitting there dawdling by the wall trying to dry. "Take the whole week my dear" i say to them. I know i love them because they represent one of the hygiene factors in my hierarchy of needs.

I was/am a self confessed brand slave. The swoosh literally took my breath away. I guess that's why i chose marketing over any other branch. My mother tried to brainwash me into going in for HR - me being the quintessential MCP calmly explained without batting an eyelid to my mom that HR was for wussies.she would have none of it and asked me to get in touch with some HR people to figure out what exactly they did.
These bright and extremely intelligent looking smart people explained to me painstakingly what they did. I listened to them patiently and very nearly made up mind to take up HR going ahead. Then i came across the professors that taught HR. Gaunt and frigid. I have never seen such zombiefied people in my life. they would unnecessarily complicate stuff and make it even harder to understand by applying some godforsaken theory from that crazy guy called Freud.

Here's a scenario, the management is having a hard time in a factory by trying to put up with a strike and the factory has been plagued with it for a while. The demands of the workers is unreasonable and the management has had it with them. When i was asked for a solution, the first thing that came to my mind was - where was this bloody factory located? I mean it makes hell of a difference if you were say located at Haryana instead of - say Karnataka! Would your approach not differ? Bloody hell it would!

But no, what a European Psycho mistaken to be a great Psychiatrist thought held more importance than the immediate environmental factors surrounding your factory.

God help the management.

So, basically HR wasn't for me - no sir. Coming back to the brand story. I love brands. I know, i know its silly and downright idiotic from a thinking mans perspective to even make a statement like that. but what the hell! I love Brands!
i mean they evoke a childlike glee inside me, they do so in many people as well but i guess they are too grown up to admit it.

But the child does emerge here and there. Just slap a bloodcurdlingy expensive watch on your wrist without a tag and people would not notice. Add a 'Tissot' or a 'Breitling' (I'm not even going to omega and those obscene price tags) and the world notices.

Moreover, a brand is beauty, grace, elegance, dreams, quality, sophistication and a promise of a luxurious lifestyle. I am sure this is as capitalist as i can get this evening. Also loquacious.

Oh yeah, i also touched upon marketing. I have always always always wanted to make ads. Its so damn wonderful. Trying to communicate with a story in - what - 45 seconds? Be it for a Telly commercial or a print ad. I think its creativity at its finest.
The whole trip of packaging a product around sounds, visuals, and text to create an experience never ceases to amaze me. call me a kid if you will. But i do watch ads like a child would. I observe every moment and every detail.

Just that i don't buy the product right there. I'm not THAT gullible - I am a marketer after all.