You tend to appreciate anything after bearing with weeks of American TV channels, which, admittedly, can get exquisitely brilliant but run utter load of crap for 95% of the time. (Alright, you have Netflix, we get it!) Let me not even get started on the endorsements. They are so brain-dead and unimaginative; half of them feel like high-school skits and have absolutely no entertainment value.. And the informative ones are just completely beyond me: I mean, why have pharmaceutical ads that spend more time making serious disclaims than claims?
That could clearly be another post.. Anyhow, effectively, to-and-fro plane journey is often the best entertainment you get to have on the trip. And something that strikes a chord or touches your raw nerves is an instant hit! Like this particular ad:
[Video Courtesy: https://www.behance.net/gallery/29529685/Take-a-tour-through-the-Museum-of-Procrastination]
Long ago, Calvin told us to enjoy the deadlines just whooshing by. Come to think of it, however, it’s so much better when others set deadlines for you.. I mean, if my experience is anything to go by -- in academic life, you would either copy the assignment from your first-bencher buddy or just make something up between 11th and 12th hour. And in professional life, you seem to.. well, manage.
What this ad really talks about is the other kind of procrastination. The one that pertains to not meeting deadlines and goals of your own. Lack of persistent self-motivation is nothing short of a life-crisis!
Fortunately (or unfortunately), though, this does not seem to have affected the indomitable (and shameless) spirit of me from creating more goals. :P
So, while innumerable unread books, a kindle, sketchbooks, canvases, charcoals, watercolors, poster-colors, tennis racquet, badminton racquets, TT racquets, inline skates, a yoga mat, swimming costumes, a chess-board, a camera (A side tip: Never get frazzled by your baby sister and let her spoil your Thanksgivings door-bursting experience if she forbids you from taking that DSLR+lens combo), a harmonica, a calligraphy kit seem to be gathering layers of dust — I think it’s time for me to order a.... Convection Microwave. ;)
Allow me to put forth my case. Let me start by saying: Honesty is the best policy; and modesty, the worst. So if - a) hard-core South Indians can’t stop praising Chutney and Sambar by yours truly and b) my mom is not the only one to go gaga over my knife skills (It’s got nothing to do with motherly affection… just that she wants me to chop every single thing when I am around. Well, who’s complaining? Chopping to sub-centimeter precision is just so therapeutic!) and so on.. I think I deserve this plunge to get into a new phase of culinary adventures.. I mean, it would be just stupid to wait for an Italian to appreciate my Pasta or a Thai to admire my Green Curry! ;)
2016 might just be the year of baking for me. I can TOTALLY feel it. :P It’s still January and making resolutions never gets old-fashioned. I see you mocking me already! You know what, I am SO going to do it.. Julie-&-Julia style! :)
What this ad really talks about is the other kind of procrastination. The one that pertains to not meeting deadlines and goals of your own. Lack of persistent self-motivation is nothing short of a life-crisis!
Fortunately (or unfortunately), though, this does not seem to have affected the indomitable (and shameless) spirit of me from creating more goals. :P
So, while innumerable unread books, a kindle, sketchbooks, canvases, charcoals, watercolors, poster-colors, tennis racquet, badminton racquets, TT racquets, inline skates, a yoga mat, swimming costumes, a chess-board, a camera (A side tip: Never get frazzled by your baby sister and let her spoil your Thanksgivings door-bursting experience if she forbids you from taking that DSLR+lens combo), a harmonica, a calligraphy kit seem to be gathering layers of dust — I think it’s time for me to order a.... Convection Microwave. ;)
Allow me to put forth my case. Let me start by saying: Honesty is the best policy; and modesty, the worst. So if - a) hard-core South Indians can’t stop praising Chutney and Sambar by yours truly and b) my mom is not the only one to go gaga over my knife skills (It’s got nothing to do with motherly affection… just that she wants me to chop every single thing when I am around. Well, who’s complaining? Chopping to sub-centimeter precision is just so therapeutic!) and so on.. I think I deserve this plunge to get into a new phase of culinary adventures.. I mean, it would be just stupid to wait for an Italian to appreciate my Pasta or a Thai to admire my Green Curry! ;)
2016 might just be the year of baking for me. I can TOTALLY feel it. :P It’s still January and making resolutions never gets old-fashioned. I see you mocking me already! You know what, I am SO going to do it.. Julie-&-Julia style! :)
Hey Madhumita, I like reading your blogposts. Your writing doesn't take itself seriously even when making a point and has a kind of humor that really appeals to me. It makes me smile every time. :)
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