Wednesday, March 21, 2012

1966 Mustang GT


The story starts with the Honda Brio commercial, which triggered off a series of thoughts... of emotions and gender, of history and truth, of automobile and males... the commercial leaves behind an impression of what an automobile can offer and even substitute. Another case in point is the Maruti Suzuki SX4 commercial, which makes the car almost an innate object of subjective ‘male’ urges. The automobile has been a very narrow and a cliché canvas, on which many male fancies and desires have been painted and even ‘white-washed’.

Flip a few pages in history and some surprises may pop up...

The original Ford Mustang, now coveted as the muscle car from Ford was originally designed as a car to appeal to the women, which men incidentally should also desire. The original slogan for the Mustang was "A sports car that you can buy on a secretary's salary." The commercials portrayed young women in the 20's and 30's leaving a busy office and running home to load up their Mustang for a fun weekend with the girls.


Communication in automobile has gone through many twists and turns, as it reflects the changing cultural norms of the day. The automobile or the passenger car was originally designed as utility vehicles, primarily positioned as ‘horseless carriages’. These vehicles were meant for male use, except for society women called ‘chauffeuses’, who drove for recreation around 1910. Even then the accepted means of transport for the women folk were electric cars, which even Henry Ford bought for his wife, Clara in the same year the iconic Model T was launched, 1908. The gender roles were clearly established, gas powered cars were meant for use by the male section of the society.

It was only in the 1950s and the 60s that a paradigm shift was noticeable, as females were increasingly being heard in the society and the family composition. This can be largely attributed to the significant role that women played in the two World Wars and the suffrage movement. As manufacturers adopt new selling techniques, they began to listen and acknowledge the female element that existed in most purchases. But the household remained the common context around which most manufacturers sought to attract this influential segment. It was not uncommon for a woman to drop her husband off at work, take the children to school, run errands throughout the day, and then return to pick up her children and husband, which was leveraged by most manufacturers. The portrayal of most women in this era was conservative and within the realms of the traditional set-up of a family and a home. While the man earns the bread, the woman can still ‘be free’ to run errands and enjoy life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDk_TEM257k

The 60s and the 70s can be seen as the rise of the counter culture generation that challenged the status quo of the society. While in the early 1900s, the emphasis was on improving the efficiency and the performance of the vehicle, the 60s and the 70s was the age for satisfying the vanity of the generation. Dagmars, tailfins along with the abundant usage of chrome in automobile was the order of the day. These superficial changes capitalized on the sexual revolution and reinstated a consumerist economy driven by men. Women were relegated to being the docile ‘pussycats’ while the masculine man maintain absolute control behind the wheel. Ironically while the feminists were shouting hoarse about birth control, the female form became an accessory to sell one of the most potent male fantasies, a fiery four wheel dream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSnhJUsn-Fw

As we roll into the new decade, the two sexes have become more alike in their access to and usage of automobiles. In fact, in the late 1990, 20% of all American households had three or more cars, with increasing number of females entering multiple male domains or the so called “male public place”. With increasing employment level, sprawling suburbs and a choking public transport system, women is seen multi-tasking between home and office, running errands and clocking more miles than the man in the house. Throughout the decades, the automobile has been a gendered object that has seen manufacturers swinging between male advocacy and female dependency.

Since its origin to modern times, the automobile has been a ‘boy’s toy’, succumbing to the male whims and desires. Like the iconic Mustang, which has moved far ahead of being a ‘secretary’s car’ to a throbbing V8 engine power horse, automobile manufacturers are taking the same tried and tested route of seizing the pulsating male heartbeat.

This brings us back to the Honda Brio and Maruti Suzuki SX4 commercials that pampers the male ego and blatantly highlights the rift between the masculine and the feminine subjectivities. A SX4 may proudly proclaim that ‘Men are back” but when did they ever leave this very masculine space?

http://youtu.be/c93gdTg8TTA

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

There is a unique blend of modernity and tradition, that this ad encapsulates... It may not be a Diamond Bride or the confident woman of Tanishq Glam Gold, but it somewhere stands between the two. It's not brazenly confident yet there is an undertone of supreme power and understanding, shared between two women.

Both are women of strength in their own respect. Their's is an emotional tug-of-war, the pull of traditional values, the realm of suspicion but it all melts at the end, to reveal the wealth of true human values and emotions!

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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

HAPPY DIWALI!

It is Diwali time, the biggest festival of India… the mayhem in the market, the sparkling lights in the streets, the sweet taste that always lingers in the mouth… The world seems to be different now. Even the weather seems to have sensed the change, and is putting on new hues and colours. The lights are dazzling and even the grab façade of buildings come alive with lights and colours. People are swarming in every nook and corner, buying decors, furnishings, crackers, crockeries, candles, you name it and it’s there in the shopping list!!!

But Diwali is also a time when the vast differences between the rich and the poor, the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’ is explicitly visible. It is sad, as for thousands on the streets, it means the onset of winter and the pain of the freezing and the numbing cold. But amidst all these hardships, Diwali is magical as it turns even the cynics into believers, and through it all, Diwali does bring a smile to everyone’s face. And it’s this amazing feel and the sensation that make Diwali so very special!

Shopping in this maddening festive time can be seriously hazardous, and especially if you are alone, carrying tons of stuff and is dependent on the three-wheeler lifeline, that is, the autorickshaws. Caught in such a situation, you often wonder your own sense of sanity. But then, with each passing second, the need is to move out… FAST… before you lose any semblance of a human being. Walking endlessly, through tired but happy faces, the need is to gain courage from them and not give up hope! Countless autos whizzed by, with no angels yet in sight, I walked out of the market and waited near the main road. Again thronged by dozens others, waiting for their saviours! I waited and waited and waited… painful legs, aching hands,sore arms.. patience is the virtue that worked. A lady asked me if I was going her way and I nodded rather absently.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, it emerged and in the ocean of humanity another drop added, as he accepted to take me in!!! And I ushered the lady in, with tons of packets of her own. It was a strange but wonderful journey, in that tiny auto, squeezed between polybags, which I will cherish forever! She was a middle-aged, very amicable and cheerful lady, talking about her life, her children, her Diwali experiences. And she was so eager to know mine. We had a wonderful ride, and she refused to even take my fare, as I was like her daughter!

This has been my Diwali memory, which I will treasure forever... I will always remember this stranger, her little life she shared, the memories we created… Diwali is extraordinary, I do not think it could have happened, in the way it did, any other time, any other way… I was shopping for knick-knacks, but what came home with me is the trust, the hope in us and the true spirit of the festival!

Happy Diwali everyone!

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Sunday, June 13, 2010

It is an eventful day, yet nothing has happened. It happens to each one of us, when we feel so many things going on inside us, turmoil and angst, joy and happiness, ups and downs, yet nobody can see it happening. Because it’s all inside you, and you are its only witness. It happens sometime, when you feel so helpless before its power, as you cry out silently, but nobody can really feel it, listen to it and even cure it.

You are alone in the onslaught, braving it out, refuse to be a slave over its dictates. Even as you guard yourself, there are times that you are left vulnerable. You try to fight it out, but it slings to you like a slimy leech to your body, sucking your own blood. It’s frustrating, but there is little that even your loved ones can really do. It’s because they are blind to it, or totally does not understand.

Till this leech is full and drops off, you are your own victim...

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Beautiful Letter

A Letter to Treasure_ From a dear Friend!

A happy women's day to the two most beautiful women that are always around me. even when I dont want them actually. One a bit round like a ball, but I like all ballgames. Another a bit mysterious but I like Sherlock holmes. One a bit naive and talkative, but i like parrots. Another a bit wise and grumpy, but I like cats. One likes to be called a princess, another a pretty dame, but I like calling them by what IS their name. Both a bit sweet and a bit salty just like the Sweet lime at some chinese YO! Both like to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep and eat good food and make merry just like ....them only you know. I couldn't crack this one. but sweethearts both you are and this special day, this special time I have no regrets that i am in my office working for the past 16 hours because i still have a smile with me as i reach out to my angels. Thanks for being around and where's the treat you guys want for your special day. loads of love to my dearest sis and my nearest buddy. See If you like this:
There is no reason for the mail to be sent,

No reason for the hours that I spent.

thinkin of words to fill my heart I am no Keats,

I dont know the art.
I thought and thought and looked out

I saw the road open, wide, winding about

I saw some clouds that had some rain

Looking for the earth in foremost pain
Then the gospel downed on me

The truth of the bond of you and me

The signs that say No bumps ahead

The cherrrys dipped in lipstick of perfect red.

the finest lace that a weaver has touched

the darkest hair that the wind had rushed

The pradas and jimmys jump in their closets

The scarf from the flea and the glasses of moets' I

can think of more but lets not be so material

Let what be said be good, be real.

That It's just You, and it's just Me

Together or away, bonded or free.

It's just You and it's just Me

take care :)

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Who is You?
Does the question haunt you sometimes? Is ‘YOU’ the one that you see in the mirror, a bit plump/ a bit skinny/ Sheltered/ Lonely/ Blunt nose/ Too broad shoulders/ Dejected/ Happy?!? Wandering about, picking up the experiences of life, learning, re-learning, letting go, coming full circle, the chores of life! Well, it’s not too easy to really define ‘Myself’, we are given Names, Addresses, Horoscopes, Offices, Colleges, Schools, Designations, Nameplates et al. to identify oneself and ensuring that the world knows us too.. It’s not an easy task, this whole business of getting your identity! You are known via your family, your education, your offices, your friends, boy.. it’s tough setting the right image in the right world! And if you screw up, man, you are in for a life filled with the tag ‘LOSER’… It’s not Easy!
But, can you ever resist the definitions imposed on you? At the risk of sounding a pessimist, I will say ‘NOT’. No one’s ever free, we are always been assessed, analysised, scrutinized, criticized every minute of our lives and all these are influenced by our set of fixed identities. From schools to an old age homes, you carry the burden of the identity created by you all the time… And the saddest part is, you have carved it yourself (OK, some bit from the family hereditary and all)… So, we never escape, and are caught forever…
No, am not sounding like an ‘Existentialists’ philosophizing about life, but just a sense of wonderment… Actually, who am i? And how can I truly define myself if I let go of all the accompaniments I mentioned above? Can you do that? How do you define your inner being, without any external influence? Even being an ‘introvert’ means that I need to judge myself against others:-(