I initiated this blog sometime last year, and completely forgot about it. It suddenly popped up recently, so I decided to make use of it.
I have always been very envious about writers.. and hate their play with words,big words,intelligent words,creative lines, all of that. Now that I am in advertising, my envy has only turned into hatred for the writers.
I write a lot. I love buying note books, of all shapes and sizes just so that I can write.. I write and forget about it, or just lying in between books, in my bag with bills and junk. I thought this was a nice space to make use of the little I do in the name of writing. I`m self obsessed, (not literally)write about how i`m feeling most of the times,mostly bad. Sometimes write about people I see, either on a holiday or a journey. It`s fun to just observe people, and make imaginary stories about them.
I remember this one time, I was on my way to Mumbai, and due to bad weather and turbulence we had to make a diversion to Ahmadabad. Ahmadabad the doors were opened, for re-fueling. A girl who was in the flight was so paranoid, that wanted to get off at Ahmadabad, and was crying. She literally stormed out of the open door. The crew had to stop her, saying for safety reasons we cant let you go. It was quite a sight. The girl must`ve been in her early 20`s, not that she was very young.
This is one such episode.. but I have seen some really funny sights. Maybe they just appeared funny to me... and totally the opposite for the person in it.
I have always been very envious about writers.. and hate their play with words,big words,intelligent words,creative lines, all of that. Now that I am in advertising, my envy has only turned into hatred for the writers.
I write a lot. I love buying note books, of all shapes and sizes just so that I can write.. I write and forget about it, or just lying in between books, in my bag with bills and junk. I thought this was a nice space to make use of the little I do in the name of writing. I`m self obsessed, (not literally)write about how i`m feeling most of the times,mostly bad. Sometimes write about people I see, either on a holiday or a journey. It`s fun to just observe people, and make imaginary stories about them.
I remember this one time, I was on my way to Mumbai, and due to bad weather and turbulence we had to make a diversion to Ahmadabad. Ahmadabad the doors were opened, for re-fueling. A girl who was in the flight was so paranoid, that wanted to get off at Ahmadabad, and was crying. She literally stormed out of the open door. The crew had to stop her, saying for safety reasons we cant let you go. It was quite a sight. The girl must`ve been in her early 20`s, not that she was very young.
This is one such episode.. but I have seen some really funny sights. Maybe they just appeared funny to me... and totally the opposite for the person in it.
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