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Bottling up your feelings?

charukesi March 31st, 2006

AdAge reports on the new to-be-launched Coke campaign - Happiness in a bottle (free registration required to read the article)

After trying a dose of reality, Coca-Cola Co. is turning to the effervescent message that drinking a Coke is “happiness in a bottle” for its new advertising campaign. While TV is a major aspect of the global effort, themed “The Coke side of life,” digital, viral and consumer-created content will dominate the continuous feed of creative during the year.

Coke

The happiness angle comes from a huge research (what else?!) that Coke has undertaken, called then”Big Dig” which revealed that consumers had a “deep-down love for the brand, but it wasn’t as top of mind.” They also learned that what loyal Coke drinkers love most about the brand was the physical and emotional uplift they got when drinking the product. (Note : Product, not the brand)

The Coke side of life is certainly not one of their better advertising slogans. Interestingly, happiness (from the bottle straight into the mouth) is not really a new association with Coke. Legend has it that the Coca-Cola name in China initially translated as as “Ko-ka-ko-la”, meaning “Bite the wax tadpole” or “female horse stuffed with wax”, depending on the dialect. Coke then researched 40,000 characters to find a phonetic equivalent “ko-kou-ko-le”, translating into “happiness in the mouth”.

So, as Coke globally struggles with providing better emotional meaning to consumers, in India the campaign has moved back to. A very tarty Aishwarya Rai making whistle sounds with an empty Coke bottle (and what is with that voice?). Thande ka tadka is as pointless and unimpressive an ad as I have seen in a long time. And coming on the heels of Aamir in Piyo sar uthaake, this ad is a huge let-down. With all of India wilting under the summer sun (peak time for Cola sales), surely Coke needs something cooler than thande ka tadka?

Earlier posts on Coke :


Vanilla Coke and ‘Wakau’


Cola communication and the consumer

Hitting a high note

charukesi March 29th, 2006

My husband and I were listening to My name is Anthony Gonsalves on FM radio the other night. We got to talking about Manmohan Desai movies and then Laxmikant Pyarelal andother music directors. And I realized I had very little to say about LP - or even knew very little. Inheriting the Raj Kapoor legacy after Shankar Jaikishan. Bobby, at best? Enjoy while they last Manmohan Desai flicks. *nyahhhh*

I tried a quick free word (or phrase? or song?) association in my mind about music directors… whatever I remember from that…

S.D. Burman - blockbuster man. genius. (has the question of who was greater between father-son been resolved yet? me says pop) Chalti ka naam gaadi to Taxi driver and Sujata and then all the way through Guide to Aradhana to Abhimaan…

Hemant kumar - was a better composer than singer. Khamoshi and Woh shaam kuch ajeeb thi. Also Bees saal baad, Saahib biwi aur gulam…

Shankar Jaikishan - Raj Kapoor, nasal nyah-nyah Mukesh, Shailendra… Beyond that, no associations for me?

Salil Choudhry - melody that is dreamy and you can’t stop humming… with that happy smile on your face… Madhumati, O sajna barkha bahaar aayi (Parakh), everything from Anand, especially the lesser appreciated Na jiya laage na, in Malayalam, Chemmeen? And in all that melody, a suprise package - Half ticket - cheel cheel chillake kajri sunaaye… Salilda - definitely among my top favorites…

Khayyam - music that is haunting…. that transports you elsewhere… Ae dil-e-nadaan from Razia Sultana, Umrao Jaan - dil cheez kya hai aap meri jaan lijiye. And grudgingly, Kabhi Kabhi…

RD Burman - many of his films that I have wrongly attributed to SD for a long time - including the superb Amar Prem. (Would Rajesh Khanna have been what he was but for RD?). Sheer brilliance in the seventies… Aandhi and Ghar… Mehbooba mehbooba… Melody, madness, whatever… Rimjhim girey saawan… And he was the saving grace in many many movies during the whacky and often terrible and mediocore eighties.

And to me, RD immediately brings to mind Gulzar - the two together worked sheer magic. *sighhhhhh*. And then a terrible way to end - Kumar Sanu. * blech*

Kalyanji Anandji - er. hmm. ho.

And to end, the supremely mediocore and arrogant Himesh Reshammaiya (am really sorry about this but I did think of him too - and I must mention this here) - who said in a recent interview - “people criticise me for my nasal voice. So what if I have a nasal voice - so did Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan”.

Right.

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These were just what I have called them - free and immediate associations during a longish car drive with FM in the background. Not a well thought out and googled dissertation. I came back home and remembered Madan Mohan and OP Nayyar - but then the drive was over - and so was the mood…

Heart attack at a young age

charukesi March 21st, 2006

I saw a comment from Bubby on my earlier post on mobile manners saying that the person behind the campaign Mahesh V of O & M Bangalore has has passed away of a massive heart-attack. And today, I learnt from creative criminal that Mahesh was only 32.

Heart attack at 32.

Last night, I mentioned this to my husband, and we were wondering about how old Mahesh was. And I remembered my friend Satty from MICA. Satpal Singh, Satty to all of us. He was barely 30 when he passed away a couple of years ago. Heart attack. He left behind lots and lots of friends, shocked parents and a sister and a wife of eight months.

I recently met a friend-batchmate at the airport and while we were exchanging news, she told me that another of our batchmates had met Satty’s wife a few months ago… She (my batchmate) was at the supermarket, paying with her credit card which has a MICA, batch of* on it, and Satty’s wife in the line behind her, saw that and struck up a conversation with her…

Much as we tried, none of us friends could buy the stress theory. I still cannot associate stress, especially stress that kills with Satty… That impish smile, that chalega yaar attitude…

His friends, all of us still believe that he was just as stressed as the rest of us in advertsing and marketing jobs… He smoked and drank, but no more than many others from our batch…

Then why a heart attack at 29? What is it about our lifestyles that heart attacks at such a young age are becoming frighteningly common… or is it that we did not realy know Satty at all…?

Windows by Microsoft?

charukesi March 9th, 2006

When you have nothing to say, link it. Even better, cross-post. (In less polite circles, also known as ctrlC-ctrlV, but I did say ‘Windows by Microsoft?’ - if you have read this already, apologies, just read it once more). Just writing of all that food has me down with food poisoning (not kidding). So here is some Rajasthan travel from the recent past… I was talking to Uma who has just returned from Jaipur; this one is for you, Uma

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A structure made entirely with windows, in fact, built only for the purpose of being a window to the world. For the royal women of Jaipur who used to stand behind the numerous windows at Hawa Mahal

Hawa Mahal, the palace of winds, not just due to the gentle breeze of the evening that the royal women must have felt caressing their faces after the stifling desert heat of the day… Hawa Mahal, not just the palace of winds but a castle in the air… The story being that the foundation of this huge building is just one foot deep but supports five storeys…

Windows by Microsoft?

A five storeyed structure, Hawa Mahal is not really a palace, but merely a facade; there is nothing inside it. Except level after level of narrow corridor over which the royal women used to be carried on palanquins, intricately carved pillars and windows and more windows than they could have ever looked out of… 953 windows in all, has anyone counted…?

And a structure that tapers towards the top, the entire shape representing the crown on the head of Lord Krishna… This is in keeping with the other depictions in Rajsthan of scenes from the life of Krishna and Radha - frescos, murals, paintings…

Through the doors

Which is why you enter the mahal not from the front, but from the back… And make your way towards the front. Walking ahead, if you turn around, you see just beyond the mahal Jantar Mantar, or the observatory built by Sawai Man Singh and considered a scientific marvel for is times. And from the top, you get views of the Jaigarh and Nahargarh forts in the distance…

Window view from Hawa Mahal

Hawa Mahal

You hear from the guide about the place where the women played and prayed. You hear about the angle of the mahal that is such that people inside could see out but not vice versa…
You hear about the secret passage that connects the mahal to the city palace, so the queens could make their way to their viewpoint without being seen by the outside world…

At each level, you stop and stare out of the windows and try to imagine what the women saw in those days. Certainly not this…

Looking at the town below from Hawa Mahal

And you wonder about notions of privilege and modernity; did the royal women like to be pampered and cosseted and sheltered so? Did they have a choice, or did they even think about it? I once had an interesting discussion with some friends at flickr on this… have a look at this and do tell me what your thoughts on this are…

Comfort me, food…

charukesi February 28th, 2006

I came across a very interesting post on the Cheskin blog about China’s window to the world. Food.

In China, food is love. Food represents familial ties and status between people: the elderly and most prestigious guests are always served the first and best parts of the dish. Food represents commitment: business deals and marriages aren’t sealed with paperwork but by the opulence of the dinner banquet. Food represents all that Chinese parents feel but aren’t in the habit of saying: parents will spend without limit on fancy packaged snacks to show their love for their little emperors and empresses. And increasingly, food represents China’s window to the world.

As I read it, I thought about how true all that is for India too… Food - familiar, comforting, love, all emotions good and bad, blackmail, memories, anticipation, longing…

Familiar food is what you miss first when you travel to a strange place. And the hunt for smells and tastes that remind you of home…

Food is the pent up love of mothers who have their sons (and daughters) away at hostel. Or in a different country. All anticipation of visits and activity during the visit revolves around food. I have been living away from my parents, in a different city for over ten years now… When I was in hostel, my mom would cook my favorite food on the day I went home in the holidays. And she still does. That first meal then is the ultimate feeling of being at home. Beta, maine tumhari pasand ka gajar ka halwa banaya hai… Yeh lo khao…

Food is comfort - when the chips are down, I turn to basics - comfort food - food from my childhood and the way mother used to make them… vettha kuzhambu for instance is more than food - it is a warm blanket of childhood memories and being reassured by mom’s nearness… a very spicy and tangy blanket but comfort food like nothing else…

Food is the memory of khichdi during illness and sakkara pongal during festivals… Food is also recipes that I never learnt from my grandmother, flavours and smells that I always took for granted.. that are now lost to me forever…

Food is the mirror to the way a city or a society changes and evolves… It is the way slow and sleepy “pensioners’ paradise” Bangalore moved from the Lal Bagh MTR multi-course lazy Sunday lunch stretching for over an hour of ghee soaked bliss, to vacuum packed, ready-to-eat, dosa-wrapped, flyover-infested cybercity… MTR packed foods…

Food is what people remember from a wedding, that friends meet over, that families go out together for, that crosses borders first… Food is that first sign of acceptance - of another person, another culture, another country… Turning vegetarian for a loved one, Jain Italian cuisine, garam masala in Chiniss, sambhar powder in Maggi…

The Kala Ghoda Gazette

charukesi February 4th, 2006

The Kala Ghoda arts festival begins today, showcasing the best in arts that Bombay has to offer… And covering it live, well, almost live, will be an enthusiastic bunch of bloggers writing for the Kala Ghoda Gazette. The Kala Ghoda Gazette is the latest in the list of collablogs conceived of and managed by serial collablogger Peter Griffin; read more about the Gazette here. Expect previews and reports, podcasts and photographs and more… kalagho

Dina has a short and interesting piece on the Kala Ghoda area and the arts festival…

Also check out the contests being organized by Peter through caferati; the SMS poetry contest and the Flash Fiction contest

So, head now to where the action is

Catch of the day

charukesi January 18th, 2006

If you have been reading my blog for a while now, you will have noticed the sudden and sharp increase in the frequency and numer of photographs I have been posting of late.

I would like to say that I discovered my interest in photography when at the tender and impressionable age of ten, I watched Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron and fell in the love with the idea of having a blast clicking and manipulating photographs. I would like to say that but it is simply not true.

It is a newly discovered interest. I still pretty much point and shoot and sometimes, only sometimes, get lucky. And I have no idea about editing tools; for the first time ever, I tried fooling around with photoshop and produced this - quite by accident.

What is the catch of the day?
[Best viewed in large size here]

This photograph was taken on my recent visit to Kakinada…

And now, I want more. I have been planning to do a short course in photography - just don’t know where to start looking. The best advice I have got so far is to just go out there and keep shooting. If any of you have any suggestions, advice, or just rude things to share (strictly with respect to this photography course thingy), now is the time to do so. Any ideas on where I can learn photography formally (and inexpensively) in Bombay?

Metroblogging Mumbai Meet

charukesi January 18th, 2006

That was quite a Mouthful…

Akshay announces this blog meet up organized by and for metroblogging on Tuesday, 31st of January at 6 p.m. at the Carter Road - Cafe Coffee Day, Bandra (West).

Do drop in - midweek blog meets are bound to be fun!

For more details and to confirm your attendance, please head here right away.

Braille’s birthday

charukesi January 4th, 2006

Of all that google has done so far, this I think is the best…

braille

Hover over the logo on google and it says Happy Birthday Louis Braille!

And here is a small piece I found - on google of course - on Louis Braille

Stories of aunts and mastodons

charukesi December 28th, 2005

My mother in law has three sisters and they were all down here in Kakinada last week. And the house was resounding with the noise of aunt calling out to aunt like mastodons across the primeval swamp. I have many aunts myself, my mother’s and my father’s sisters. But never before have I had a need to sympathise with Bertie Wooster who quakes in his shoes at the thought of his aunt who eats broken bottles and conducts sacrifices at the time of the full moon. Or with Lord Emsworth and his gaggle of redoubtable sisters who run his life, and his infamous younger son, numerous nephews and nieces who are forever at the receiving end of their sharp tongues and scorching glances…

(dictionary: mastodon = extinct large elephant-like mammal)

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I also met Kamala and Vimala, my mother-in-law’s aunts (no, not the mastodons, they are my husband’s). Twins, more than 70, they are both single (they never married, thanks to family problems at that time) and are deeply attached to each other. They live in the same small town they were born in, although it really is no more than a large village.

Determined not to be a burden on anyone, the sisters learnt sewing at a young age, got themselves Usha sewing machines many many years ago and have been making a living giving sewing classes to young girls (no young boys there, I am sure)… Fiercely independent women, their life story is at the same time a story of courage and despair…

They have told everyone in the family, if one of us dies, the other will consume poison and die immeditely… They know of no other life…

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