Curriculum Vitae - EVENTS

I can’t recite ‘Paradise Lost’ backwards. I can’t do ads in my sleep. I don’t dream of ads either. I dream of pristine beaches, pretty girls, and posh cars.

I can’t understand metaphysics. Or microbiology for that matter.

I haven’t won a ‘One Show’ yet.

I haven’t discovered any countries. I haven’t conquered any mountains. I haven’t found a cure for AIDS. Or a way to eradicate poverty. I haven’t been to the US of A.

I can’t dance. When I do, people prefer to stay off the floor.

I can’t tell jokes. I can’t write ads like Neil French. I don’t like people smarter than I. I can’t smile my way into a party I am not invited to. I don’t like women who turn me down.

I haven’t read any Classics. Except Fydor Dostyovsky’s ‘Brothers Karmazov’. I can’t comprehend Picasso. Or Dali. I don’t collect paintings.

I don’t play golf. Or pretend I do.

I’m not ambidextrous. I’m not intellectual, radical, or bisexual. I am not famous. I don’t have a father who is either.

I don’t get complimentary passes to advertising seminars. I haven’t met any advertising legends. Nobody quotes me. In fact, 99.9999% of the human race doesn’t even know I exist.

I don’t look like a Greek God. In fact, I have size 9 feet, a broken front tooth, and ears that, some say, resemble a monkey’s.

I don’t like Freddy Krueger, hypocrites, pierced nipples, or peeing on the sidewalk. I don’t know the meaning of Life. I don’t know if God exists.

All I know is to make ads. And I love it.

I work 18 hours a day. If I were with Chat/Day, it will be called Chat/Day & Night.

Aby gt Dazz
Creative Thinker

Work Experience: 12+ years
Industry: Advertising
Current Position: Creative Director
Current Location: Secunderabad, India

Beam Me Up 2 Work, Scotty!

My day is being shaped by seemingly non-related, yet sinister incidents. It is about 2:30 pm. I haven't had my lunch. I missed my breakfast too. I am writing on a very hungry stomach. Usually that makes me angry but today I just feel tired. It has been one long day.I woke up to a day with no cigarettes at hand. Not a great catastrophe unless you are addicted to nicotine, which I am not. I just like to wake up to a nice, good cigarette and hot coffee. I have liked it for the last 12 years. I smoke about 40 cigarettes a day, but only one at a time. So nothing serious here. Really. And in case you are not aware, let me tell you this: Coffee does not taste the same without cigarettes. It actually tasted bad this morning. Sipping on that unsavoury concoction, I contemplated the day ahead. I was only depressed till then. Now I became suicidal.Every over-crowded metropolis offers you an experience in 'depraved existence.' Mine just makes sure there are more than one ways to experience it. I travel 10 kms to reach my office by a public transport system. These so called buses are meant to carry 47 people. Imagine having 150 odd being transported in one. And that is just the beginning of the horror. Getting into one requires the precision and agility of a trepeze artist. Considering that you did manage to get in, staying in would prove to be an almost impossibility unless you are a professional gymnast. Most often it is just your toes that will touch the floor board. Then comes the supreme test of one's physical and mental prowess: buying the ticket. While you are sardined to ten other equally sweating and stinking bodies, trying to find where different parts of your body might be, appears a khaki clad figure as if by magic. So you let go of the overhead railing that you are hanging on to for dear life to take out money. After a bone-breaking effort at reaching your pocket, just as you breath a sigh of relief comes the next shock. The hand just won't come up! You try to wriggle it out of its temporary state of paralysis. You try to pry it loose. You push. You pull. Alas! All your superhuman efforts to extricate that hand fails. The khaki clad figure screams obscenities at you for being a slob or something to that effect and disappears. Everyone around looks at you as if you are mentally retarded. You hang your head in shame. The metropolis defeats you once again. And I scream silently in my pain, "BEAM ME UP TO WORK, SCOTTY!" Till then, I will just take sick leave and wait.

On life. No, on Man. No, no. Actually, on...

When one contemplates such weighty matters as the meaning of Life, the soul of Man or the benefits of sex with aliens, one cannot but assume a grave and meditative demeanor as I have at the moment. This is not quite unlike the countenance one perfects every morning on the pot speculating on matters of serious nature, if to no one else but oneself. I believe this intellectual posture brings forth insights in to matters otherwise closed to inspection. It stimulates the grey matter in astonishingly new ways. A case in point is the man who conjured up the life truth - 'Behind every successful woman is a surprised man.'
Hence I am analogously seated. Very soon I expect my grey matter stimulated likewise. I can hear the wheels grinding upstairs. A figure of speech, of course. Fine speech should always be adequately garnished with them. That is why it is fine speech, I say. Just like a dinner with embellishments automatically achieves the status of fine-dining. Society has somewhat spoiled the frank simplicity of man. And what was I saying?
Whatever it is, I am not saying it today. Matters of such significance need further brooding over. They need to be chewed and deliberated upon thoroughly. When adequately reflected and ruminated upon, the thought will reveal itself. As a simple line or idea. You know what I saying here. I will have plucked all the lemons and you get the plum. Or something to that effect. I will see you again. Soon.

I'm the Prayer

I'm the silence between two chords,I'm the pause before the applause.I'm the calm before the chaos,the fall before the walkI'm the choke before you crythe truth before all liesI'm the dream before its lostI'm the prayer of us all.

I've learned that...

Most people do wrong because they are weak and not because they are evil.Most of us are good in our thoughts.We suffer not because of others but our own betrayal of self.Sadly, compassion, kindness even pity today is mistaken for love.We always judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their actions.Just like knowledge, virtue has to be accquired. No one is born virtuous.Fear is our greatest enemy. Sadly, it is always an illusion.Ignorance in not the root of all evil. Indifference is.We live in an age of approximates and great averages.Man tends to be more moral and just when happy.Most live their lives proving the world wrong. Or right.Defiance is often mistaken for Independence.It is OK not to like your parents.Life is a choice. We cannot escape that responsibility.Most of us have great long-term plans. It is the short-term ones that are screwed up.

Will you do that for me?

I'm not asking for a roof over my head, or three square meals a day.Neither am I asking you for money,Cause I don't need any.But will you give me your two hands to holdI need a human touch, I'm feeling so cold.Will you sit by my sideI need to tell you of my life, the truth and the liesWill you sympathize with mecause I suffer silentlyand am in agony.Will you give me a hugI want to feel the human touchWill you give me a smileI haven't seen one in a long whileWill you hear me, or atleast pretendcause I'm lonely and need a friendWill you give me your shoulder to cry,I need to feel loved once before I die,Will you do that for me,and i just might die peacefully.

My fantasy

I live a simple fantasy,where you and meare completely freeto explore, to conquerthe depths of intimacy.Under shining starsby the deep blue seaover misty mountainsin mellow creeks.Where pleasure and painwill run through your veinYou'll fight the feelingbut you know its in vain.Lie down, close your eyes,Can you feel me, deep inside?feel my touch under your skinTravel with methrough this valley of sin.We've reached a holy ground,looking back,aren't you proud?you have foundyou, me and ecstasy.