Nothing Matters

There are things in life that matter, a handful of which actually matter. Get a pen and a notepad and start jotting down in the order of importance, things that actually matter to you. Ok, lets do this exercise together. Primarily, you need to be honest with yourself.

1) Tartar / hardened plaque on the teeth: Possibly a residue of all that you've eaten the previous day. Stuff that doesn't find its way out even after two glasses of water. If your girl loves the powdery residue during a lip lock, she's the one who's bound to stick with you during good times and bad.

2) Purple colored phlegm: The sticky fluid that oozes out after persistently blowing your nose for 2 years. It's salty, though many claim that it's devoid of any taste.

3) Constipation: The asshole often feels left out and so, inorder to make its presence felt shuts shop.

to be continued...

Monday Mornings

Arise from your slumber. Monday is near. A bunch of sycophants eagerly wait to great you halfheartedly, yes eagerly and often mumbling - 'you are a piece of shit, that's what you are'.

Another brief is underway and, 'hey you loaded, got another job on hand, how was your weekend by the way, oh and I want sexy creatives, oh so i was saying, your weekend, oh never mind, remember sexy creatives, oh I missed the brief but never mind, oh but I want sexy creatives by end-of-day, bye...'

Brooding all day on the job half done we play alchemists. Here, the myth comes true. But then, more often than not, 'Oh what's this, damn this is not done, this is bloody-hell not done, summon the CEO, or the CD, oh he quit, go by the brief, where's it, oh never mind...summon the CEO, this has to get his notice, let me draft a brief, he'll need one.

CEO to Creative: humm...not done...where's the twist?

Creative to CEO: hummm

CEO to Creative: rework Creative to CEO: sure (I'm your humble slave, you filthy ass) To be continued...