herbiehancock

My cell hasn’t stopped buzzing since this morning. I haven’t written the latest bestseller, neither have I scored a half century at Lords nor have I found out that Bin Laden is still alive. I have still not breached my boundaries of a fairly simplistic existence in any manner and yet my cell has been incessantly buzzing with messages wishing me and my family a prosperous, happy, safe and what-not Diwali. Having immersed myself in some of the Freakonomics theories to quite an extent, I found myself asking the question, “Why do people send these mass messages/e-mailers wishing others on festivals like Diwali?” My question is specific to only these “mass dispatches” and not towards people wishing each other on Diwali and the like on a one-on-one basis. I even mapped the profile of people who sent me these messages. Who exactly are these people? I didn’t get too far with this one. There were all kinds. Vendors, agencies, bosses and friends. There was no way I could find a common thread in ...

"You put all of them together , add an extra 10% and if they can do better than me, I'll never... ever... ever give another shot at this in my life! " Did Howard Roark ever make such a statement? Would I?

Launch. Radio. Vendors. No.No.No.Exciting. Getting fucked. Transmitter.18th Floor.King of Delhi.What am I doing? This is Great! Fuck! Theater.Screw the Virgin! Fantastic.Intellectual.9 am to 9 pm. Calvin and Hobbes.Shirts. Sony Deck.Radio Sets. Bitch! RJ's. HT House. Merchandiser. Jack Daniels. FM104. No Network. Voice Artist. Pyongyang. "Been there myself!". Marketing. Three cubes of Ice. Building. Updates. Music. Post launch, shall be coming up with an autobiography on the making of the marketing launch campaign for 104FM titled, "Will Survive, Wont Survive..." :-)

It’s been a long time given my working hours in the last two weeks. Since, in the meantime, I couldn’t find enough time to write a story or think of something worthwhile to write, this post is a random collection of useless trivia. The format of this post is inspired by the column titled “Gleanings” that appears in the Cricinfo magazine. Friends I’ve trouble managing my friends because I’ve trouble mailing and calling them and I can never manage to meet all of them I find the celebration of birthdays and wishing friends on their birthdays meaningless. There are 364 other days and numerous other ways to make my friends feel special. My best friends are those with whom I’ve spent time roaming on bicycles on the streets of a town called Ghaziabad. Love I’ve been in love once. It was beautiful. Women The first time I proposed a girl was in Std. II. I think her name was Bournvita. Or something like that. For me, an intelligent and humorous conversation with a lady is as good as making out. ...

When I chose HT 5 months back on-campus, there was a certain halo associated with it. Today after the 3 and a half months after I've spent at HT , I think I'm just glad that the halo has'nt eroded. I think if I were on campus right now fighting for a job in Final Placements, HT would still be my #1. I interacted with the the entire Management Trainee batch after a long time today. I used to categorize my friends as school friends, college friends, SP friends and Dell friends. The latest addition is this batch of "MT friends". They're all kinds in there. A normally distributed curve of individuals yet they're nice people. All of them. You should meet them! :-) And you would agree for a company that went to campuses for the first time ever recruiting for an MT batch, picking up 15 students across every B-School that counts in India, HT Media Ltd. did'nt do too bad! 5 months after I selected HT, the halo is remixed. Just that bit jazzier than before...

Inside Dome-2, I was fielding questions from one of the directors of the BPO division of Hexaware Technologies. “So you really think the idea of being a big fish in a small pond excites you and hence you want to join Caliber Point?”, Guhan asked. “Well, actually yes. I think your company has tremendous potential. Joining Caliber Point at this point of time makes sense for my career because I like the idea of being in this high growth BPO Sector.” “Hmm… so is Caliber Point your first choice?” “Yes. Among BPOs, it is.” “Among BPOs… did you say? What about among other companies?” “I think my #1 company is HT Media. I want to go to Media. ” I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me the oft-repeated, staid and stinking question of: Why Media? Thankfully, he didn’t. “So do you have an offer from them?” “Umm… I don’t know. I’d just finished my interview and had to rush into this room.” “How did your interview with HT go?” “Excellent, actually.” “So you’re expecting an offer…” “I’d be surprised if I do...

All throughout school, I listened to my teachers. All through college, I listened to my professors and wardens and principals. At work at Cadburys, Dell, Progeon and now HT, I listen to my boss. At times I’ve also listened to my friends as an obligation. When I was seeing someone, I used to listen to her. All my life, I’ve listened to my Dad. At church, I listen to the priest. If God spoke to me, I would listen. If Satan did, I would be just curious to know what he has to say, so I’d end up listening. Why cant I just be silent and let somebody else listen now? What a stupid thing this life is? All your life (at least till you’re 23 ) , you grow up listening and by the time it’s your turn to talk, it’s not even worth it...