So well, I am in this awesome job and everything’s going just great... interesting people, great colleagues, small department so no politics there and an extremely wonderful boss with the patience of a saint. The only time it gets stressful is when there’s a glitch here and there… man, I wouldn’t be anywhere else if I was gifted the world! But to continue…
Any given day has its moments... mainly hilarious ones given am working with a quirky person like R, her expressions, her statements, the jokes.. God you’re missing it coz you’re not me! The few tense moments arrive occasionally, to fade away like mist... coz well…it’s just that way.
My job is being the unofficial editorial co-ordinator for the magazine Hornbill. Basically means that I have to have an idea of every comma and full stop in the magazine, ensure everything looks spiffy when the magazine is finally out. So well, part of my job is to make sure the images look good after they’re worked on by the processor. Essentially, colour corrections to ensure picture perfect pictures.
Yesterday, I had been to the processor’s to oversee the colour corrections. Now well, given all range of pictures submitted, in print, TP and digital format, ultimately when they’re scanned, there’s bound to be a certain amount of distortion which has to be set right, adjusting the contrast, the proportion of cyan, magenta, yellow and black to get sharp images. And so there I was shooting what gyan of imagery I had ‘Too much cyan there, adjust the contrast, lessen the yellows…’ (It was part English, part Hindi and partly Marathi ..broken, beginner’s Marathi...but hell, we managed to understand each other, me and the old gentleman working on the images). I finished my work and caught a bus home.
Some point almost near to my place, I got the window seat, and obviously looked out. Now there’s a magnificent view before me... majestic mountains looming tall and a hazily pink sky floating above it...a simple breath-taking scenery all for my viewing pleasure. Before I could even fathom it, a thought popped up into my mind:
“There’s too much magenta in that” ??!!!
Hey first thing that came to my mind after readin the post was that 'acting boss come mediator'...hehe...what was tha...tiger with orange foliage with green font or somethin!!....ha ha ha....am sure ur sense of colour is better than his.
ReplyDeleteAnd good job done madam. Liked the way u've brought the mountains and the sky into picture at the end....certainly adds colour to the coloured vision
I paint a pretty picture...
ReplyDeleteA pretty picture I do paint.
But I fear a day will come,
When the pretty picture will faint.
Not really something to do with this entry of yours...but just some words that came to mind, one I thought it was bout time I left a comment. You seem to have gone back home, cause havent seen you online for a while now. And yes...my vanity requires me to ask you to go read.
Prashanth: my faithful guardian angel never fails to leave a comment.. sweet :)incidentally, am working with another guy now... and well... lets not get into the tech probs there heh
ReplyDeleteRoach: you sure have a knack for comng up with felicitous lines no matter what i write. wish i could have hat coz although i do read, to leave an apt comment isn't my forte :) and am very much here until the month ends
in that case my dear...leave a totally inapt comment...i dont mind.
ReplyDeleteas long as u leave one.
Hey ther, ur job seems colorful ... mine is same but just with computers....Graphics :) c ya arnd
ReplyDeletehey
ReplyDeleteu visited our blog the other day and left a comment (bloggermarauders.blogspot.com). So I thought I'd check out yours. Nice one there, this post. It makes you think that life's a lot of fun if you can identify it.
Btw, you asked what age we guys would be to have such a 'refreshingly hilarious' view of things. May sound odd, but we're all 16-17 yrs old.
hi again
ReplyDeleteI publish the poems I like best
from my own writings on my blog: etchingimpressions.blogspot.com.
So you could read them there. And do tell me what you think of them.
do you even know how to write??? Writing is not about what you did in your day... i seriously suggest you not to write anything until you come up with something substantial enough to write on...more than a blog it sounds like a description of your job and of your boss..seriously is that what you can write about. Blogging is not writing the first thing that comes to your mind.. please for the sake of sane readers just stop bloging
ReplyDeletedubey, whoever you are.
ReplyDeleteYour comment simply indicates your state of mind that is bereft of sense and ethics. Dewdrop girl has a wonderful flair for writing, and you are in no place to tell anyone what 'writing' is all about.
I agree with bloggermarauders.
ReplyDeleteIt is much better to read about someone's interesting job and the things that happen there rather than unsolicited critique of others' works.
well, how does it matter to me whether you know dewdrop or not? You made a comment and so did we. You sound like I or bloggermarauders dropped a bomb on you! Who's acting the kid?
ReplyDeleteRelax man. It's just an article and a couple of comments. You don't like it, fine. We like it, equally fine. That's it.
i leave this place unattended for a few days and it become an arena for verbal duels??!!!
ReplyDeleteImpressionist, Marauder.. thanks a lot for defending me guys.. that was really sweet.. and i'm even more flattered by the fact that someone checks my blog so frequently.
Saumitra.. lets tone down the profanities and watch our language.. get a grip kid
Hey dewdrop as usual good stuff! Guess who it is:) I thought wld leave offline msg but this seems better. Good news! See Mail to get it!
ReplyDeleteIf u guess who it is treat at R-Mall;) BYEEEEEEE
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