Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Random It Is

In their constant quest to grab attention, marketers have been known to resort to various tactics. One of them is devising catchy brand names. One day, as I glanced through the aisles of a supermarket (will not name) a series of apparently innovative and seemingly interesting brand names caught my attention. It was the detergent section. After the Henkos, Ariels, Prils and other biggies came a few not so well known ones - these were manufactured by the company that owns the supermarket in question. The eye-catching names were: Mopz - the phenoyl, Scrubz - the utensil detergent gel, Floorz - some floor cleaning agent. Excruciatingly creative.

Bemused at this, I thought about the unrestrained use of the letter 'Z' these days. "Hellozzzz" and the likes. Annoying to the core, but they seem to have caught up with the times, and left me feeling quite uneasy. Nevertheless, my curiosity led me to look up the words that end with the letter Z and are really a part of the English language; eventually I did find a whole bunch of them. In the process I also realised that some brand names really had a meaning. Quite a welcome surprise, should I say! Thank you Mopz and Scrubz and Floorz for enlightening me. So far I could only think of 'zig zag', 'zip-zam-zoom', 'bar-mitzvah' and a little more (being modest here of course) when it came to the utility of the last letter of the English alphabet.

The curious minds reading this can access the list of these holy wordzz here!

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Somewhere In a Parallel Universe

"Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high."
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William Goldman, The Princess Bride
Can you spot the lonely soul that moves in the throngs? It is out there for everyone to see, yet for no one to notice. It lives with everybody around, yet does not. If you peer into its eyes you'd know. But it never lets you. It was an involuntary infliction; it is now a vicious circle. The soul was left desolate by someone it loved. Now it wards off everyone who could love it, and more so everyone who it could love back. For once bitten is twice shy and so the lonely soul  keeps away even a little shard that could reach its vulnerability. Its only weapon is the façade it maintains to shield its private world. That façade of unwavering fortitude, the imperturbable sang froid, that stoic visage. It's been so long that it is now adept at concealing that tumultuous whirlpool within. From insomnia to hypersomnia, binge eating to bulimia nervosa, nothing provides it the least quantum of solace. Homeless in its own heart, it continues to seek a haven in a world that, it seems, will never be its own again.

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