Please let me introduce myself…

… I’m a man who has been called by many a name. They happily called me Brownylocks when I grew my curly hair, ’cause I’m not blond nor did I eat the porridge of a bear. The time when I grew a beard came, this time they called me Jesus, they thought we looked the same. After that an old friend, who for a long time I have known, realised that even though I were serious I had a smile engraved in stone. This comical expression did reminisce the face of Batman’s nemesis… and thus another nickname was born for this very toker… a nickname not too long, but befitting — The Joker!

I, like most other kids in an urban environment, got myself formally educated. Was on the path to become an engineer. I was pretty good in studies, but then somehow formal education ruined my life. I decided to drop out of college. In my opinion — formal education is as overrated and overhyped as Pamela Anderson’s boobs and is given way too much importance. I’ve learned a lot more from music, poetry, movies, books, paintings, dance, all forms of art and from my dreams. I’ve asked myself questions and realised that with a little bit of thought most of them can be answered.

It’s hard for people to understand why I quit engineering, but it’s not hard at all to explain why. All my life I’ve been much of a dreamer and though I appear to be lazy physically, my mind is always working twenty-four-seven (even when I sleep) concocting various theories, images, sounds and movies.

I have always been passionate about music and ever since I started song-writing I’ve just plunged myself into a world of fantasy and thought. That’s when I decided that engineering really wasn’t going to give me any satisfaction. Music and the other arts have always been a passion, while lucid dreaming and imagination have always been an obsessive compulsion. Finally, after a lot of thought, I realised that it was time for me to focus this mental energy into some tangible application and get a satisfying career for myself in the creative world of advertising and thereby be more productive.

I currently work as a copywriter in an ad agency and speaking for the moment… I fucking love my job! The only job better than that of a copywriter would be that of a gigolo… but then my mother really wouldn’t be proud of me. Of course, if I were a gigolo, I’d have to shift to Amsterdam to keep my career legal… and in doing so there would be a high chance of me evolving into a pothead, which would mean that my mother really wouldn’t be proud of me. So to strike a balance I had to compromise, by writing copy to be healthy and wise!

I remain a copywriter by profession, a poet by heart and a joker in my spare time…. Holy fuck! I must be having a lot of spare time.

I used to consider my engineering days as a waste of precious time, but now I have no regrets. It has given me an analytical and logical side to my thinking and personality. Before there was the dilemma — should I take the airplane or the magic carpet? Now I take the broomstick with a propulsion system!