The metaphor (Click image to enlarge)

(The 'metaphor' is similar to the essence of the post 'Final colors' dated 24th May '07)

Mediocrity has its way, and so does gibberish!

The so called ‘creative’ clowns of the Indian ad-houses are sporting a field day with a conceited attitude that they can get away with anything more degenerating than slapstick because they presume their audience to be fuzzyheaded morons who waste their time wagging to the heavy-duty emotions of tearjerky soaps and “pre-scripted”, and yet, very lucrative talent shows. Keeping all the prejudices apart, the producers of such programs are happy that they are offering the public what is demanded of them, and the current trend of the falling TRP ratings speak a lot about such ‘public demand’.
Debating about the hackneyed path that Indian advertising is treading these days, we can observe that as we flip channels across the tubespace we jump into some stupid commercials that make us wonder why the ad-makers are grossly underestimating the acumen of the average Indian viewer. On one hand there is the commercial of an ITC-launched snack brand that portrays a stereotypical lungi-clad, charcoal-smeared guest playing puppet to the strongly syllabled usage of a South-Indian language, and on the murkier side is a veteran TV-actress who repeatedly stretches a piece of lingerie to prove its super-elasticity (she comes on as if she suffers from a strange kind of fetishism). I guess, on a meagre shoestring budget, even a municipal school team can come up with better, fresher ideas.

Gibberish should stay where it belongs...in the drains.

- Sunil D'pudi

From the inside (Click image to enlarge)

(The poem's last line is inspired by the title of John Mellencamp's song 'Rain on the scarecrow'.)

Final colors (Click image to enlarge)

The truth (Click image to enlarge)

Blues (Click image to enlarge)

Color Purple (Click image to enlarge)

What's your kind of humor? (Click image to enlarge)

The Maverick (Click image to enlarge)

Voice of innocence

The eye of the sunflower
Stares into the clear skies;
Acres of bright, yellow effluence
Mimic
The voice of innocence.

Red earth
Weaves a ominous silence
Into the wilderness of the valley.
The phantoms are exiled into a world of renunciation
By the voice of innocence.

In the chosen web
Stirs a fly - vanquished to submission.
It disowns the pastures of winged worlds
And trembles
With the voice of innocence.

THE DIARY (Click image to enlarge)

LEMON (Click image to enlarge)

EYE OF THE STORM (Click image to enlarge)