'What do you really want to be when you grow up Brijesh?' i asked myself staring at the foam covered reflection on 'this-is-shaving-day.'
Stared a bit too long so had to shake myself back to real time. (Which reminds me, the newly installed Real Player isn't working. Time to go back to the Old Faithful -- Windows Media Player)
Clean-shaven, in a taxi, on my way to work. Did not indulge in the ritualistic 'doze-till-the-brakes-startle-you.' It kept coming back - What did I want to become when I grow up?
What is the legacy I wanted to leave behind?
Too profound perhaps. Too early, for sure. Too much for me.
Do i want to leave behind numerous betas or DVD's with impeccable transfers of 30,40 and the odd 60 seconders? did i really want that?
or would I settle for unpolished metals adorning some old rickety shelf in a 'bored' room? do i really want this?
maybe i should settle for a suffix that engaged most of the alphabets? VP & ECD? NCD? WWCD? CCO?
i got it. finally. i want to be Md. Khan. (Hell No!) Let me rephrase it.
I want his legacy.
i want to leave behind a legacy like his.
i want what he has achieved.
it is my belief that the only legacy we can truly leave behind in advertising is people. seconds will run out, lalitaji's will die out and most certainly, metals will fade out while people will live out...
i see something like this happen in my very own group. it is simply amazing. i report to a force, yes force, called Priti. Am sure she hasn't set out like the way i intend to (and it has nothing to do with the lack of facial hair and hence a foamed covered face that stares at bathroom mirrors)
she will certainly leave behind a legacy that will outlive her. Her ads. Her metals and definitely the icons she's helped create.
this is it! this is the kind of legacy i want to leave behind.
spoke to friend about it. "Accha hai bhai!" he said. "par pehle kaam toh kar"
the taxi screeched to a halt.
the security guard at the main gate shouted, 'card!'
someone from inside the elevator shouted 'full...next one'
