Confessions: To Write or Not To Write

And that is the big question!
I've been meaning to write a post on how my life has changed with work. Gone are the days of frivolity and indolence, all I now crave for is a breather. But work has shaped me into a much more responsible being. More on how life is... 'Coming Soon'!

PAR Enterprises (Tinting Machines)
Copywriter and Ideator: Debalina Chowdhury
Advertising agency: Ebong Advertising Pvt. Ltd., Kolkata

Bodycopy: We, PAR Enterprises, one of the leaders in manufacturing high-end manual and automatic tinting machines, have resolved to assist you. With our decades of experience in this industry, we have been designing machines capable of delivering every tint with accuracy. Capturing every hue and recreating every shade with passion and perfection.


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'Persian Kabab Festival', Marco Polo group of Restaurants
Copywriter and Ideator: Debalina Chowdhury
Advertising agency: Ebong Advertising Pvt. Ltd., Kolkata

Bodycopy: Picture yourself in a frame with roasted pieces of juicy meat smouldering on skewers. The sizzling aroma of the kababs, the warmth of the Persian sun and the smell of the earth beckon you. Savour the taste of Persian Kababs this winter at Marco Polo.

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Quintos Sorbet

Quintos Sorbet
Tagline: Naturally Guilt-free
Copywriter: Debalina Chowdhury
Advertising Agency: Ebong Advertising Pvt. Ltd., Kolkata



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Crimson

Following is something that a very close friend of mine has written for me. I'm publishing this with his consent. I have named the fragment - 'Crimson'.

Blooming crimson tearfilled eyes;
As I ponder on needless lies!!
Myriad hues, dark door-less rooms;
Inside my head the cannon booms.
Directionless, I'm stuck in a swamp,
Shivering alone in clothes wet... damp!
Them wolves and jackals all bay in greed,
One small chance, they pounce... they feed!
Is there a someone, come save me...
Make this the nightmare, please wake me!


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That shalt Not be Spoken

Like two lost pieces of a puzzle,

We fell down together. Like a dice,

We rolled over and over,

But on two different boards.

How come we never met before?

When the ship was ashore, and

The boat left.

Like we took the same train, but

In two different compartments.

How come we never crossed each other?

Not many could fathom this, but

With rounds of interrogation

A lot of contemplation

And all the questions left

Unanswered. Unspoken.

Discordant

A few dreams, here and there... scattered.

And a lot of deep thought... given.

Fragmented wishes... rippling within.

Tormenting past and bitter-sweet memories...

Don’t know what I’m holding,

Between my dreams and nightmares

A transition perhaps.

Love notes, roses and stuffed toys.

The entire bundle of joy,

Goes wasted and from ashes to ashes

From dust to dust.

I remain...the worn-out soul.

Behind the woods, beyond the moon

A silver silhouette of the lores

Of forgotten days.

An era perhaps.

Tomfooleries and buffooneries

Food for thought and

Lost pages of my diaries.

Corpses of dead expectations

Lie naked underneath the garb of smiles

God..fate..my luck...is all fucked up.

An inside joke perhaps.

Decked up halls

Fucked up life.

Waiting for an

Engagement with death

“Not so soon”, speaketh thou!

“Despicable me”, I cry aloud!

And nobody answers the door.

An empty house perhaps.

Blank pages and unscrupulous thoughts

Thou sayest, “speak to me not”

I cry in vain but you don’t see

I scratch my elbow and bruise my knee

And the heart breaks too,

 If you haven’t noticed sire

Into a thousand pieces, for a liar

Promises broken and shadows remain

A dark room in the mind, perhaps.

Tantrum of my mind

I lay piled up in a rainbow heap,
In a pell-mell confrontation.
I saw, I drew ...the dark grey sky,
With a weird collaboration,
Of a hashed metaphor... in a dull stupor..
And yet i grew obnoxious of the crowd around me,
All in a state of agitation.
I rose, I fell and I was dragged to hell
Almost in a melancholy repetition.

One day in the middle of Nowhere...

I was feeling so hollow. The same sinking of the stomach, a leak in the lungs, and another big hole in the heart -I had all the relevant symptoms. This is not even close to describing how exactly I was affected by the on-going events of my life.

As I was walking down the street, all the faces around me seemed like a blur. The cacophony of chaos in the air was strangely blending in, with my low gasping. It almost sounded like Billy Idol strumming on his guitar and creating that weird noise like laser guns. Probably, all this was in my head. But what about the little beads that had accumulated in the corner of my eyes? My frenzied mind did not have an answer to that. I really couldn't go on logically analyzing what had brought me there.

Everything was slowly coming into view. I was standing in front of the ‘Oxford’ Book store now. Fuck. I walked right past my lane. I am no stranger in that area, but everything around me was giving me the jitters. I had already bumped into two people, and then, I realized what a fool I am. Why did I even choose to live, when I had all the reasons not to. The sound of a blaring horn from a bus, brought me to my senses. I had to focus and cross the road. The winding traffic was bogging me down. I had to reach somewhere before I changed my mind. Then I stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, and cars and other vehicles surrounded me out of nowhere. I heard the screeching noise from a hundred brakes and a thousand curses follwed....Oh... these voices in my head, will they ever shut up?

....

Decapitating THE Senses. . .

I wept in rooms of Grief.. I howled in chambers of Horror.

In the corridor of Pain, My battered body was dragged..

In the halls of Fame, it signaled my arrival.

I moaned, i loathed..Yet i smiled a Bloody smile.

And laughed a sighing laughter.

Is it the mirror? Is it? Tell me if it is for real?

If i touch..will it break? Will i break?

Will it shatter to a hundred pieces like the shell that destroyed the tower of pride?

...And i touched it.

And the idle-cynic mind..

When i see Park Street on fire, or German Bakery reduced to ashes.. i ask myself ..am i safe?? This is perhaps too critical a question, that reverberates in my hollow mind....If i could, then i'd ask the man in the powder-blue 'pagri'....

And my alter ego exclaims,"..alack my lady!... who art thou? ..a commoner with dreams, and obviously inspired by the "yes we can CHANGE" speech!!"...& i realise, i am but ..a plain jane, and not some celeb, for god sake!

I can only stir in shock..blame the terrorists and the government, sip my coffee and lull on the sofa... and my critical question gets completely bogged down in the grime asphalt roads of more critical issues.. my little black dress, multiple heart breaks, the 'in' gossip, the new Italian restaurant, blackberry-apple-incoherent gadget talk, recent plex releases, the hot guy in the campus, how to cheat effectively in exams....blah...... even before i could mull over, what i said initially!

But i never lag behind the 'know-it-all's, ok?....I am an avid watcher of the 24hour news channels...& that serves my daily dose of prime time entertainment...gory details, tete a tete with politicians..high profile people, polls and SMS's........ 'sensationalism' at its best!!

This piece is a result of having an idle mind, where the Devil works his a** off, every f***ing minute. This hyper real world-stage really rocks...but i'm not sure about the direction of motion, neither i'm fully aware of the cataclysmic consequences! Thanks for reading. You played your part well ["..and all the men and women are merely players"].....

. And I am speaking in iambic pentameter verse.......

piling up dishevelled hours

it's almost five in the morning. the breeze on my face feels so good....soothing my senses. i can see the trees outside my window-sill, quivering... soon the orange marmalade of the sun will spill over & drench all the earthly beings. the little drizzle is adding to the beauty of the prussiant blue sky. i can almost visualise the golden streaks coming down through the scattered grey of the clouds.... sometimes in the quiet of the night,a stillness envelopes me & i can feel a resonating calmness ..devouring me..slowly..very slowly.. till the moment... i become "comfortably numb". .. ... ....