Flighty People?

My horroscope says I've been inviting 'flighty' people! What does that mean? :-O

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The 3 Hardest Things in Life

I'm moving office today...



They say the 3 things are hardest things in life are - death, moving & divorce. And as my mum said when we were moving, "Son, the latter sounds the easiest right now...". Yes. She's funny. Sometimes!



But it really got me thinking. Two of these are movements really. One is "to" & one is "on". Almost equally difficult I guess. But what if they come together?! I guess death would be the easiest of the three then. At least it can happen only once, right?



I'm juggling the two "moving on" & "moving to" at the moment. Death isn't a viable option because I don't think I have life-insurance. But what's life-insurance anyway? Does it count when you "officially" don't have a life? If that's the case, I'd like some assurance (please read 'ass') more than insurance. And given Pakistan's current socio-economic status, ass-surance is much more expensive!



Chalo... Forget movement. How about stopping for a change. And not even any ordinary stopping. FULL STOPPING? Full stopping who you were, to prove a point. Think about that? Now that surely has to be tougher than moving or divorce, no? But then again, full stopping is a kind of death isn't it? Even if its not a physical, but an emotional one...



So, I guess I'm dealing with the 3 (so-called) hardest things in life. Yes. Count 'em.



The 3 hardest things in life...

Too bad threesomes just aren't my thing!

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You Give

Look familiar?

I had a tough day. This was what came out.

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You Give

You give
Space to beauty
Sound to people
Shape to life
So much

Yet
There is no honesty
There is no loyalty
Just hierarchy
Just mockery

You give
Regrets to loyalty
Restraint to honesty
Accolades to hierarchy
Your iconic ironic mockery

Now
I am tired
I am so tired
I am so very tired
So very truly tired

You give
Compliments, I hear commands
Service, I see lips
Handshakes, I touch stone
Love, I feel dead

But
I can't keep track
of your lies lies lies
Every morning I wish
Was my goodbye

You give
You give
You give

After all
You are my god
Of simply everywhere
Of small things
Of all things

Because
Your'e my god
You give
You give
You give

And
I don't get it
I just don't get it
I just don't give a shit
That's what you give

I loved Once

All at Once

Like that tear of joy you only know is there after you taste it, Once is an erruption of pure joy. It made me forget what I remembered. It made me remember what I never forgot. Thrilled me. Spilled me. Killed me. Perhaps I am feeling sentimental, but it provoked me to write, listen, sing, dance & believe, all at Once.

God

Thought of the Day:

God, I sin.
But...
I'm still in!

A
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Reality Cheque

'Miles Away' by Madonna (World Exclusive)

By far, this is definitely my most favourite track of her Madgesty's newest, Hard Candy. Perhaps of the year too. Apparently its about the difficulties of long-distance relationships. Very pertinent as almost everyone is 'in' one given our age of Facebooks, MypSpaces and Orkuts.

I'm not going to overanalyze the song. She says it all...

Miles Away
by Madonna

You always love me more
When were are miles away
Your'e not afraid tell me
When you are miles away

Those 3 words are never enough
When its long-distance love

I guess we are our best

When we are miles away
So far away, So far away...

MP3: 'Miles Away' by Madonna (World Exclusive)

I wish I wrote this.
Because I could have. We could have. Easily.

Bur we are, miles away...

The Ex Hex

You know *that* scenario...

A regular 'Blair Witch' moment that ever singleton dreads? Its the utter fear of being single & *suddenly* finding out that *all* your exes are with their *currents* now.

What a shock!
What a jolt!

Yet it leaves you feeling drained. Not to mention, out of current(s)...
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Once. Again. - A Reflection

Once.
Again.

I saw our reflections on the frail window-pane overlooking the city. Once. Again. I thought. How perfect we are for eachother. How lovely our lives would be, together. How easily we would share forever. Once. Again.

How could I ever tell you this? How could I never tell you this. Those loving eyes who seal my lips. That hair that clouds my vision. That gait which puts me astray. Once. Again.

I think its time. All yours & not mine. You're going away, making me wish I was a stamped tag running with you on your shoulder, so that we could catch that flight together. Never vs. Forever? Once. Again.

I do love you.

Once.
Again.

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ZONG Ad?

I'm getting very mixed reviews about the new ZONG ad. Some say its ground-breaking. Others say its pretty-boring. I think it does slightly deviate to the latter. Has creativity 'officially' died in Pakistani advertising that now we have to resort to mud-slinging?

A creative initiative that's based on the critique of another, not only fails the test of creativity but also that of integrity. And the day creativity dies, so will humanity. And all the advertising that we would be left with are voice-over artists, reading product-posters to us, while running on treadmills - you know, just to keep things moving (& hopefully simultanously interesting)!
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Power Cuts!

Dressing in the Dark

The electricity shortage has gotten the best of us lately. Morning, evening, night - there's always an hour without light. And isn't it all about the right light, or more importantly - the right tight? As the myth goes, a man should be perfectly capable to dress in complete darkness. I guess its similar to performing in the dark. The right man will know where everything will go in i.e. the right places. Pocket-squares, cuff-links, lace-knots, hair-parting etc. in absolute-absence of light. Uber-perfection in Utter-darkness? Perhaps.

Hence, the book 'Dressing in the Dark' came around - followed by my vintage style icon Cary Grant (above) with currents being Daniel Craig & George Clooney (below).


What can I say? I'm a fan for old-school glamour. Tom Ford (below) does it well. Though, surprisingly, he's amercian but with a classic sense european style.


Do to the mass (and rather unfortunate) Americanisation of the world, 'dressing-up' for men suddenly became 'gay'. No offense to the community, but I thought 'gay' people were (and preferred to be) the lesser-dressed mankind. You know, crotchless jeans, leather thongs etc. So, how 'dressing-up' became a sexual-expression, I still don't know. Maybe Ali-G's upcoming flick will explain more.

Bruno: Borat 2

But no matter if its 'Dress in the Dark' or any other publication, in my books the only way a man can prove his style time-after-time is to become timeless.

Madonna's Miles Away (Ringtone)

Madonna's Miles Away


Here's your new ringtone for the month!

Madonna - Miles Away (30 second sample)

I think its already my favourite track of the summer! :-)

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Cheeky Advertising?!? :-)

Pressure Makes Perfect!

Became *pretty* tired today!
(minus the pretty)

Crazy.
Busy.
Today.

But good! Key learning of the day is, there's nothing like pressure which bonds the unsuspected unexpected together. If you disagree, think Sandra Bullock & Keanue Reeves (Speed) - Frodo & the other bigfoot (Lord of The Rings) - Tom & Jerry - the entire cast of LOST etc. The list is never-ending! It reminds me of those crazy gaseous chemical reaction equations in which 'Pressure' acted as a catalyst.

Maybe its not the science of life, like biology but that of living. No wonder its all about chemistry.

If it aint working, just apply some pressure.

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Crying Into The Wild

"Happiness is only real when shared"
Christopher McCandless

I never cry at the movies.
Perhaps blurred vision.
A tear or two, here or there.

I howled when this finished.
Sitting in my room. With my hands over my eyes.
Trying to stop. Failing. Miserably.

This is not a review. How can one review a life? We can only reflect. A close hard reflection in a big hard sun. Its like experiencing something being bent, bent, bent to be broken inside you. Something that will mend. Something that will mark.

Then I thought again. Why did it make me cry? I never cry at the movies. And I still don't.

But this was life.
And we all know what life makes us do.

It makes us cry.

4 Times: Madonna! Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!

Madonna feat. JT & Timbaland - 4 Minutes To Save The World

OUT OF THIS WORLD!!!! :-)

Simpsons Do Vogue

Had to be shared!

Competition

Are Suits The Modern Man's Armour?

Etro - Fall 2008

Dress To Kill

This post actually started off as a fashion splog - which is a copy/paste blog - about the fashionscape of Fall 2008. Somehow, somewhere it got drapped differently. And while thinking, it got stiched into something completely different. A cut apart. Okay. Okay. Enough of the 'tailoriffic' references. Let me come to the (needle) point!

I was thinking.
If corporations are the new armies.
If office floors are the new battle-grounds.
If War-Rooms are the new, well... 'War Room's.

Then,
What we wear is The Neo Armour, no?

It hit me when I was getting ready for a day at work. And I will be vain enough to admit that I DO give two-cents about what I wear for the better remainder of the day. For this particular date, I decided to wear 3-piece. After buttoning & all, I felt protected. Almost secure. Wasn't if I was wearing it or hiding in it. But felt good. So, that got me thinking about this - whereas I should've been thinking about the presentation I had to give that day.

Shameless Armour-Adorning Self-Promotion

Surely the warriors-gone-by would have thought of this too. Not as superflously but still. Like the blue-lines in Braveheart. Like those pin-ups of 60s fighter-jets. Like that snug waist-coat. The one what makes you feel like a Snug Smug Thug! ;-)

But its just a thought.
Don't know if fits or not.

Now, onto more pressing matters:

D&G, DSquared, Rag & Bone, Georgio Armani Armours for Fall 2008

Get your '4 Minutes To Save The World'

Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland - 4 Minutes To Save The World (Radio Rip)

What a way to start the weekend.
Sunshine.
Warm weather.
And '4 Minutes To Save The World'

She's back.
And not alone.
With 2 R&B Heavies and a full-blown marching band behind her.

Madonna
A Marketing Opus.
I can go on & on & on & on writing about her.
But if I do,
We might lose out on our
'4 Minutes To Save The World'

x

Facebook Act of Shame!

Distractions

I actually never do this. I don't know if anyone else does. But the fact is that I did it. And you know what, it made me realise something. The truest beauty in the world are all its distractions. Be it babes on the beach, dudes on the street, kids in the backyard & strangers on Facebook. They make you do things that you normally never would. And nothing's more beautiful.

This is what I wrote to someone today:

I’m sorry but I really never do this often i.e. Messaging random strangers, compliment them in hopes of getting the in bed with me.
(Well, only the latter part of that statement in true)

But really,
You have beautiful eyes.

I'm sure you have heard this compliment tons of times before. But in all honesty, the number of times you have and/or will hear it is one time less than what those stunning eyes deserve.

Absolutely stunning!

Here I was, sitting prettying, merrily typing away in making an internet presentation on Sunday afternoon when I stumbled upon your profile.

Then. Sudden. Distraction!

An no ordinarily distraction. More like divine intervention. You know one of those momentary bolts of universal alignment. When the weather becomes perfect, you feel you healthiest and the right MP3 starts playing. Yes. I just had that moment. This message came right-out of that moment. The world is more beautiful because of distractions like your eyes. They make people stop, sit, stare & share that one of those perfect moments in life.

I hope you are well. And please don’t blink much.

Love.

A

So there you go. I lovingly hope this was a distracting to you.

Don't Fake it if you didn't Make it!

Because sometimes its just not worth it to face-off.

Crazy new ad-campaign by Chevrolet Service Centers emphasizing everybody not to mess and/or try to take credit of things that they didn't make. I say, 'nuff said!

1 Can't Speak French

Girls Aloud's new single - Can't Speak French

Elections Aloud?

Today, I woke up & decided that this will be the day to make my blog public. What better day to do so than the day of Pakistan's Elections & the release of Girls Aloud's new single, I Can't Speak French. A frivolous comparson? TH1NK again!

It's all about brands & word-of-mouth.
It's all about Pop-Culture.
Repackage, Re-brand & Re-sell.

Girls Aloud is a manufactured brand bourne out of a UK reality TV-Show. Members have joined & left, yet the b(r)and has remained intact with a feat of consecutive Top-10 singles. Not too different a story from the Pakistani Electoral Nominees. Nawaz Sharif re-branded to be the Tiger after his differential brand-values segregated him from his parent-brand that is Muslim Leauge - Q, which remains the old faithful Bicycle. I'm not going to go all politolicious by going into the details of masterfully how the PPP realigned its Arrow after the demise BB (Benazir's Bow). Nor am I going to touch the sheer height of the MQM's Kite in Pakistan, whose runner isn't even inside the country...

The 'Arrow' Brand of PPP

Such is the power of brands. People may come and go, but we still love (or hate) brands. They unify us. They untie us. They make us gawk & talk. Such is the power word-of-mouth. Political or musical, its how Bands are made. Brands are made. Blogs are made. E.g. Toast Bread, Kiss & Roll - French or not, brands are all about the Word-of-Mouth baby. So is this blog.

And if you don't my language, pardon my french. Because:

I can’t speak French, So I’ll let the funky music do the talking talking
I’m in deep friend, So I’ll let the funky music do the talking now
I gotta let you know, I wanna give in to my temptation
And let my feelings show, I gotta let you know

Because how on earth could I bring Pakistani Elections & Girls Aloud together. Because that's the Beauty of Brands.
Because 1 Can't Speak French.

But brands do.

French, English, Urdu to you.


PL1NKS:

Girls Aloud - Can't Speak French (Radio Edit)
Girls Aloud - Can't Speak French (Tony Lamezma Mix)
Girld Aloud - Can't Speak French (YouTub Video)

Pakistan Elections (Offical Site)
Pakistan Elections News (BBC)


www.every1pink.com

Testing

Mobile Blogging
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Speaking of Curves...

No Cuts or Crops. Just Curve & camera - The new Facebook Photo

Tired of Reaping Crops

I was to be honest. No offence to any photographers or photo-shoppers out there, I am one AND two put together, but I just got tired of all those hyper-edited profile photos. So I just took a random photo with a camera and put it up. This whole 'Facebook Photo' fad is a revolution in its own right really. Surprisingly, I can't seem to remember the reason I took photographs for before.

I heard about Life imitating Art. Now, welcome technology!

The Learning Curve

A Slippery Slope?

There is a learning curve to everything in life. Sitting, crawling, walking & talking. And that goes for everyone, everywhere. From infancy to democracy, it just ain't a godforsaken straight-line. And whoever coined the term corporate ladder certainly didn't go up far on it - for in fact, its actually a spiral staircase. Unlike its airy, firmly-gripped & straight-faced cousin, this one has a flimsy-railing-support-system, myopic tunnel-vision and muffled haunts of yesterstep's failures...

At least a ladder goes only up & down,
But this just goes round, round & round...

P1NKY

Missing the pinkest of `em all!

:-)

1 & Only.

It’s odd starting something anew with a full-stop.
Or is it?

Isn’t a full-stop also almost always the point where something starts?

Full-stop. It’s just a point-of-view.

One of my creative mentors passed away on 21/12.
Imran Qureshi taught me shining writing, feeling advertising.
The voice of ‘Aur Sunao’ and ‘Hum Bolein Aap Ki Zubaan’ speaketh no more.

Full-stop? I say no.
Full-start. I say yes to.

In his memory I re-brand the full-stop.
In his memory I re-open my blog.

Every1 is pink inside…
But no 1 like you, IQ.

1 love you.

7+8+6 = to 1