Before I could blink, the watch was done.
My first week at Ogilvy was over.
[ Easily my best week, in many a day. ]
On Friday, I wore a black churidar, and a Khari printed Emerald kurta.
A pair of silver jhumkas, a lenient line of kohl.
And some bangles to garnish the hands.
Purnima and I, (like I mentioned before) were as different as it got.
Chalk and cheese.
Water and oil.
The first week, being the first week, and us not being acclimated to the pace of the place, left us hamstrung with a zillion tasks to do, through the week, around the clock.
And stuff to even carry back home.
Copy books and notes and assignments and things.
Which of course, meant no hanging out, post office hours.
[ A process, as it were, to internalise Advertising literally into our systems.
An exercise to virtually inject the craft into our veins. ]
Purnima was set her own assignments.
I was given mine.
A few happened to correspond.
More often, they did not.
Which of course, meant we couldn’t ever brainstorm together.
Or help each other with ideas.
Bodhi was very strategic, like that.
And caught us, instantly if she ever directed my script.
Or I, helped her crack an idea.
[ Holy mother of God knows how ]
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