We were asked to write a “Contemporary love poem” for MICA interview -


Tulips failed to bloom my love
Diamonds only won her smirk
Gucci purses didn’t fill my love
Nor candlelit dinners spark desire

I tried my best but the more I did,
The farther away she moved from me.
Defeated and broken, I wrote a poem.
She smiled, took my hand & said –

Love, my sweet fool, is worth more than this
You don’t need daddy’s MasterCard
This she sealed with a kiss.

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(there's more..)

Unfortunately, for mankind and me
There is yet a woman to say this shit
I calmly wake up and brush my teeth.

Hair I am..this is me!

Some people can go to any lengths to get a job done right.

Yes, I am speaking about myself. Over the past few months, I’ve made a fairly good mark in advertising. My boss, however, would prefer calling it a dent in advertising. I’d learned the ropes of the trade and was willing to handle any Kingfisher Swimsuit Calendar Assignments.

Although I appeared a perfectionist, deep down I realized that to be a successful Copywriter, there was still one area of improvement – Long Hair.

Yes, I’d seen it on T.V. All the great ad-men whom I idolized had long hair – Prahalad kakkar and umm…there is... whatsisname…. Never mind. Even our ex-President Abdul Kalam had long hair. Not to mention our current President Mrs. Pratibha Patil.

So, two months back I bid adieu to the barber’s clipper and embarked on a mission of epidermis proportion. Cost-cutting on haircuts only to comb the funds for shampoo and hair-oil.

Move over Rapunzel, this is my Hairy-tale.

Seeing my long-locks, concerned friends asked me “Why?” and I replied “Why Knot?”. Some even commented they resembled Sallu from "Tere Naam". It takes a person of strong will power to control the urge of yanking his own hair on hearing such profanity.

The family, however, was a pillar of support - My mom, jubilant, that her son would carry the legacy of Prajapati women - their hairloom. My brother said I’d never looked so mane-ly. And dad was proud of me for finally putting my head to some good use.

But I was doing this only for the love of advertising. Here are some excerpts of a future job interview conjured in my hairy head:
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Ad-Guru – I don’t see much in your portfolio but I see volumes of potential in your head.

Hair-boy – Thank you, Sir. I am willing to get to the root of any issue.

(The Ad-Guru proceeds to measure the hair length with a measuring tape)

Ad-Guru – I am sorry but your hair length is 2 inches short of our requirement. Please try again after 2 months.

(Hair-boy rejected but not dejected goes for the next interview to – a Rock Band!)
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As I said in the beginning, “some people can go to any lengths to get a job done right”. In my case, it is the length of my hair. If you are a true friend, don’t ridicule me for this blog. Rather, recommend a good hair-conditioner.