A wordpecker called hem: July 2013

A mediocre guy pursued visual communication to leave a lasting impression in media studies. Instead landed up impressing a girl, married her and to catch up life, sneaked in an Ad agency. I like advertising for its glorious uncertainties as life, I love it as the way I love my family.

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Tough task ahead

Tough task ahead

To describe myself with words, to dedicate myself unto digital pages, to transcribe my very soul and bare my inner personality—that, truly, must be the hardest task I might ever undertake. With what words do I give you a glimpse of myself? I am at a pause, sitting here, staring at emptiness, wondering how to fill it with truthful words. I do not know how to begin to unravel, to probe, to discover myself. I am a tangle of love, of confusion, of faith and of musing.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

This Full-page jacket Ad has been released on Feb-18-2013 in The Telegraph and DNA Dailies

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hemnak: Contemplating the thirty years of my existence, the ultimate gift of my life remains rusted. If you look closer, you’ll see my anxiety to fail. Failure is where my life and dreams belong. You can see many blank pages in my draft pad and empty diaries in my closet. You’ll notice a faint smile that tries to hide an extremely absent minded person who wishes to laugh away too easily. I read avidly, write occasionally, and love passionately the gems of my life saved by the mercy of God. My writing is a necessary weapon, which I wield only to earn a living so far, an inconvenient truth. I spend most of my time gazing at the curtain that separates the natural from supernatural-at times the curtain is lifted and these moments I live for.

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Departing ways

See you soon I said
In a departing tone, I pretend
Why so soon, she whispered
So many dawns and dusks have by gone
I have promises to keep I replied
I am the premise to all our promises she added
Stay back and be my charm
Not anymore, I replied
The tides are low and the wind is cool, it is high time I moved
I left quaint leaving the siren on the shore

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