Yup, for some one destined to eke out a living by writing Ads, demands pouring in from everywhere (for client service executives may come from any direction) for a headline a.k.a caption. I know you frown (assuming that some hapless soul would go through this) thinking headlines are all about newspaper headlines. But you know I got this bloody obsession with rhyming. I’m ready to spend a fortune if I can make something really rhyme like this one:
“Johnny Johnny yes papa
Fucking gals yes papa
Wearing condoms no papa
Getting aids ha ha ha”
Oh! As usual again I mess around. It’s not about rhyming neither it’s anything to do with advertising. It’s about my inability to work until and unless I’m cornered with a tightening deadline. So if some one doesn’t mention the D day (most often D time, as if
I’m making bulls eye) I’ll read a hell lot of beautifully written blogs and asks myself “hey you wretched creature still you wanna keep blogging”? What to do I’m goddamn hedonistic (Swayam bloganandan).
I love you deadline. I love you immensely. Hover over my head as the sword of Damocles and help me do something.
