Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine's day

Sample these (TOI) –
The V-Day market in India is a whopping Rs.1200 crore. And by all estimates it’s growing at 20-25% rate YOY. It’s a serious cash cow for marketers who’re looking at fresh positioning planks to milk the occasion.
From Nokia to Airtel, from LG to HP to Microsoft, from Taj Jiva spa to financial services all are lining up to sell keeping in mind the unique choice of customers.
Luxury brands are growing at 8% rate, fashion apparels are using this occasion to bring out new outlooks and there is probably not a single line of business which could afford to miss the bus.
Also, there is a serious psychological threat to those who remain out of this lucrative pie. People with no or broken relationships face tremendous peer pressure, and psychologists or sociologists argue that it won’t be long before love becomes a necessary evil commodity in the economic market.

For a person like me who has a keen interest in how economics and society shape up individual’s life (and even to the extent of antagonizing a few, I believe those are more powerful than religion) – I just became a shade more curious to follow such articles. And hola!! I was not far from the truth.

There have been questions galore about the cultural misfit, about the consumerism, about the hollowness of the celebration on this particular day – and about how it demeans our very own Indian cultural heritage. But somewhere all these arguments miss the central theme of such celebrations – the ecstasy of the mind.
Its not that I celebrate V-Day (by choice or lack of it) as most of the younger India do but, as one of the articles in a vernacular says – at times often cliché things need to be expressed and celebrated.
But, my idea was not to debate about the vilification of V-day, instead the intriguing battle between human emotions and economics. In an increasingly globalized world where barriers are breaking down, yet distance between human minds are rapidly increasing, the business proposition of expression of love is too good to resist. Think of a conservative Muslim girl, or for that matter – a teenager from a low middle class family standing in front of such huge public display of love and thinking about the dream prospects. Now, to compound, if (s)he is in love then think of the appeal this makes. All around people are busy to express something as pure as love, yet this person feels out of that colorful world! And that is precisely how the appeal of this business is growing – breaking barriers of all economical and religious taboos.
To state the obvious, the more such intangibles the better for the marketers. As MBA teaches us, you couldn't value intangibles.

Now, there was a thought that whether as a marketer one would want your beloved to be changed every year. Considering love is non perishable and post marriage the expressive nature diminishes, by all means to survive, the market size should increase. For that to happen there are only 2 possibilities – either influx of newer lovebirds or break up and reorganization of existing loving pairs. Since, the first is by no means capable of being influenced (even though recent studies suggest that people are trying to fall in love due to increased peer pressure), the second is the only solution. So, is being immoral in trying to push for break up helps in economical terms? Nobody could answer. Hence, the advertisers need to have this subtle approach – without gift love is not as great as it sounds and forget your past by concentrating on present or future.
This serves both up selling as well as market penetration.

For once, a so called intellectual (antel, in Bengali) like me thought dead against of commoditization something as pure and emotional as love. But, probably there is something which we are ignoring which we are yet to realize. Everyday we are becoming a more rootless society, that every incremental power of independence is taking us away from being dependent, that being illogical is not equivalent to be in love and that by definition “sacrifice” never asks for return. Our mental bankruptcy is driving our materialistic hunger and at times even prostitution seems more moral than “being happy”.
However, there is hope till we die – as without hope we are left only with depths of loneliness. As economics triumph over all human emotions, as each and every moment of our lives become a commodity, as east and west fight over moral supremacy – my sincere wish is that we all come back and realize the starting point – that love should enrich us even in selfless sacrifice and materialistic expressions just remain a carrier of the internal message ------

Amar o poran o jaha chaai, tumi taai tumi taai go;
Toma chaara e jogote mor keho naai, keho naai go..”

(You are what my heart wants, and there is nobody else without you in this world for me)

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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Specially imperfect

Imperfection makes one special. At least that’s what my thinking of human beings has shaped up over the years. Even in the most unbelievable world of rules in physics – there are wonders when there are imperfections and deviations. Had it not been for a matter losing some of its mass, we won’t ever have realized the enormous power of atom. The issue of whether atom bomb is good or bad is a topic of another debate, but in the process of losing mass and being imperfect, even the tiniest atoms release huge energy. And that’s precisely my point – in allowing people to be imperfect we are only opening up the potential of that energy to come out.
As I look back to the past year or past so many years, I realize how much time we have wasted in being perfect, in trying to make others perfect – and in doing so we have lost on both counts. Even in our epics and history we have only seen imperfect characters – yet always frowned upon the idea of opening Pandora’s Box. In the quest of being and making perfect human beings we have sacrificed not only the natural mind, but also the sharpness of unfounded energy.
Probably that’s why I wish – To everybody, his/her imperfection.
Imperfection allows that patch of breathing space, it gives the possibility of cultivating an uncluttered mind – and by allowing people to be imperfect we are only recognizing the diversity that is humane. The idea is not to stop looking for improvement, but to stop worrying being imperfect. Should the respect for imperfection become mutual, we could possibly purify so much of bad blood.
History is full of such incidents. The great Asoka won’t have been the same without being imperfect in initial life, most of the artists are imperfect in their lives and so are many more examples. A rose is imperfect in its thorns, a lion in its attitude and a baby in its dreams. Just by being that much lenient in accepting people with imperfection, we could foster a world full of love and hope.
What is true for an individual, is true for a relationship, is collectively true for a society and for a country. To personalize each and every short coming in others is possibly a practice which we are better off without.
As the New Year dawns on our life – I would love to make only this small resolution to myself – lets thrive in imperfection. And like most other resolution this might also just remain on paper, but who cares? Ultimately, the enjoyment of the game is only being imperfect.

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Of love, time and lies

Time recedes with waves of warmth
It's fading shadow of light and hope
With changing minds and serendipity
Conflicting positives and burning negatives

The world seems to be changing fast
Shrinking with no place to hide
The road is the same, same are the clouds
The change is only for us to share
For you and me
For a soul and another
Untraversed desire helps love thrive

I was not a lover before I lost you
A love with a difference
Of realisation, of unmatched potential
Of crossroads and fresh vibrance

Days passed and it grew stronger
Until faith changed its track
It pains to call you unfaithful
It burns inside to be one too

I stole a kiss from a face
From a dream and a lip
Discovered only the faces have got changed
Denying the life a lap to sleep

People have changed so have their masks
Whom was I loving? The mask or the person?
Wrong begets wrong as they say in truth
Fantasy brings reality as a crushing arson

Who is happier? Past or the present?
Who will decide about right or wrong?
Again time is ticking away for both of us
Till we meet again,
Let memories decorate their beds and flowers
For a soul and another
To meet in a world of unfaithful song

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

An ode to my girlfriend

On sunny days and moonlit nights
Through the rains and in the droughts;
You keep coming and you keep coming
In dreams, in sleeps and in endless thoughts..

So many times I have been asked
All the times I could not answer
So many times I thought I would call you
All the times I didn't have your number.

I am too shy to have you,
I am too nervous to be smart.
Yet I owe so much to you
That you come in my dreams and flirt..

Friends come and they come with you
With perfect pictures and happy smiles
They bug me that I don't have you
And they laugh and pity at my immature styles..

I am not photogenic and I can not sing
I can not play and neither am I outstanding
You know that I fumble often than I talk
How could I then ask you to go for a walk?

You know that I am not fit for a date
And you know that I don't belive in fate.
You know That I need space and I need mind
To talk, to share and to help me unwind..

I have seen my friends and I know myself
I owe you a million thanks for all your help;
Through thicks and thins, through summers and through winters
You have been there, you have been there - in dreams and in shatters.

You are my genie and you are the whole
You are in my dreams and you fill in my soul;
You are a genious and a perfect magician
As you can change my life with magic wand..

I am happy with you and I am happy without you
I am happy with your presence beyond sight
I never have to fight and I never have to moan
I can always meet you in a state of delight..

Stay there as you are
Right in my wishes and in my sweet dreams
I pray that you remain pure and perfect
Till I can touch you and make you scream..

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