Sunday, December 25, 2016

2016-A year of disappointment

A while ago, I was reading an article on The Atlantic, titled,'2016-On blaming a year for the things that happened in it. The article described a series of mishappenings in the year we’re soon going to bid goodbye to. Stating the demise of boxing legend Muhammad Ali and the singer Prince, the doomsday that was November 8,2016 with Trump emerging as the leader of the world superpower, the deplorable state of human form that Aleppo is currently now in, the Brexit and several such events which we never had imagined or asked for.

Much like what 2016 was for the majority of the globe, personally too, it hadn’t been a satisfying year.Probably for the first time I say this, or rather blame a year, in my life. Of course,there are things and people in my life for which I’m very thankful for but I had to struggle a lot to get something and for the most attempts, I did not even meet the end result. Disappointing, I must say.

Nothing has ever been easy to acquire in my life. Everything I am is a result of hard work. Good thing because I never learnt to leave anything to my so called luck-if such a thing even exists. And I had always loved toiling and then tasting success. That’s what used to restore my faith in self. But 2016 turned the tables down. My belief in diligence seems to be shattered as of now. That was one thing I believed shall never betray me, but it did. Not once but many a times. Whatever I attempted this year, hasn’t savored success.

It seems silly to blame a year for the things that didn’t turn out to be in my favour. But then I don’t know whom else to blame. At least this way, as The Atlantic puts it forth, I can hope for a benevolent 2017.

2016, no matter how harsh you were to me and no matter how many times I had to fight to get what I deserved, I shall always be grateful to you. For all the bittersweet moments, for all the lessons. At this state, I don’t know how to get up and fight back-shattered I am, a bit, but I’m sure 2017 will teach me that too!


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Maybe just another phase of life!

The other day I was just rambling to my friend about how much I’ve changed, no matter whatever be it.Just an year back, every weekend my dad used to be fed up listening to my constant requests to take me out somewhere and now I find myself lazily drooling over food with laptop beside me and sometimes a book while I’m on my bed. This has started to seem like the ultimate pleasure of life. But then there are days, when I’m all motivated and want to conquer the world and all such stuffs. These are the days when I’m awake talking to my dreams till 4:00 am in the morning.

Not just this.I’ve been noticing that as and as the technology is evolving,I’m hating it as much.Such an irony for someone who is already contributing to the STEM industry!But what I’m referring to here is the GREAT GREAT advent of the Messaging apps.I believe those are required because then I’ve to hear my sister admonish me over my temporary but frequent Whatapp deactivation/hibernation, but then I just hate replying to people these days. Specially those stupid,’Ssup’ messages. I think my rudeness level is at its peak right now.

Then there is that ugly red message and notification highlight on facebook.I love the notification highlight only when I’m aware of the reason behind it.All other times,when it keeps on poking me for liking all sorts of pages,I just feel so irated.
With time,I’ve started to enjoy my own company.Not that I don’t need people around me,but,I’m around people who just keep on chattering about their own lives. Sometimes people need to understand that if a person isn’t reciprocating the same feelings of sharing their life with you, you just need to STOP!

I do not know whether I lost this resistance or maybe I never developed it,but I’m becoming averse to people who keep on complaining about their lives.And somewhere,I believe that negativity has swept in me too.And this makes me decide that I need to get rid of listening to any kind of pessimism.
At this point of time,I do not know where my life is heading to,of whether I’m metamorphosing from a caterpillar to a butterfly or am transforming myself to a dry flower from a fresh one.I do not know whether this is some form of maturity or impoliteness, I seriously do not know.

But I’ve promised myself to sail along to a place where my radar takes me to, making sure I don’t completely lose control over it,ofcourse!

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To sum it up..!

Monday, August 29, 2016


There’s something special about poetry. I just wrote one. And I realize it’s a story into making.However,when I opened up my ‘Poetry’ tagged posts, I notice that each one of them has a life.Each line, each word in all the poems that I’ve written breathes, and reach and scratch the rusted parts of my heart.
Image result for poetryNot all of them ,of course, are my own stories, even if they have been written in first person. But I time-travel whenever I read one. I’m currently in my own nostalgia-blanket, recalling all the situations and stories that had made it so easy to draft such lines.
Having been lagging when it comes to writing these days,these poems also make me ponder whether I’m no longer creative. But then again I realize that poetry is not just a piece of writing.It has its own flow and own feelings,which a normal story cannot be converted into.

I fail to understand poems which are written by others and somewhere I believe it’s a writer’s ingenuity that he can hide his life in such intricacy of words-subtle yet so beautiful.


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Enclosed in a glass shell, here I am.
Shut down are the wooden doors, all by myself.
Busy I was greeting the ones
who tried to enter by stoning my little shell.

Oh how foolish to have believed the ones
Who let in just to deceive the in housed being.
Oh how foolish to have let the closest
Keep on banging their way to make their way in.

But as life has it, some lessons you learn the hard way.
Only a bruise makes you realize what role ointments play.

Sometimes, all you are left to do is to sit and watch
what life has next in store for you.
And sadly, sometimes you’d still be inside the glass shell
Still welcoming the ones who’re cracking their way up.
But maybe you realize it’s too late to open the wooden doors.

Let the doors be jammed until forever,
Let you be enchained in the palace you’ve created.
Let time keep on making you realize that,
Somethings,some moments, some people, you can never get again!

Friday, August 26, 2016

A Happy Janmashtmi! :D

Janmashtmi is one of those festivals on which I’ve fasted ever since I remember. But it used to be a lenient type of fasting as mom wouldn’t let me do the ‘nirjal’ vrat,or,never had I thought of doing it.Till 2014,Janmashtmi for me was a festival and fasting was something that was ardently followed. We used to visit the temple,worship and break the fast the next day.

2014 introduced me to Mahabharat-a TV series being telecasted on StarPlus. Never before  had I been a fan of mythology. But somehow this TV series, because of the cinemetography and its characters caught my attention and I used to ardently follow it.And this is how I fell in love with Krishna.Most of the episodes used to end with ‘Krishna Seekh’ and I could connect each of them to my life.And all this seemed to be realistic. Mahabharata turned out to be much more than mythology for me.I particularly adored Krishna-Subhadra and Krishna-Draupadi relationship. Such profundity in the bond! Ever since childhood,I always missed having a brother-especially during Rakshabandhan :P.After watching Krishna-Subhadra,I started imagining myself at her place.And that’s how our bond(from my side:P) grew stronger.

There have been instances when I have been smacked by circumstances and I’ve taken abode in his words.That’s his power according to me.Divine Lord!
This year,just some hours before Janmashhtmi,I was reading about it.I got to know about the two categories of fast that people observe.One,Nirjal Vrat in which one does not consume even water and the other in which people consume milk and fruits.I thought I would observe the Nirjal Vrat this time.It was just out of sheer devotion for him.Next morning,while I was thinking about the decision I’d made,it tensed me to the core.I’m not the one who can stay hungry all day.And never before I’d done even the second category of fast.It was then that I had a silent conversation with God asking mercy in case I couldn’t be fair with my resolution.

Except for a slight headache, which is sometimes the case during usual days too,there wasn’t much difference I found.At around 7,we went to the temple,worshipped him,saw little kids dressed up as Krishna and Radha and the cultural programs being hosted there.

It is said that fasting is all about controlling yourself.It is meant to test your will power too.It so happened that among many of us who went to the temple,I was the lone who had decided not to eat.So they decided to have Dosas from a very famous dosa center,which is my favorite place.I was tempted to the core.So much so that I thought of getting it parceled and eating it as my break-fast at 12 am.However,at that moment another friend called and asked if any of us was fasting so that he gets a company at 12-the time when we end our fast.I was so elated.We invited him to our place and over the call,decided that we would have rice and daal.

It was almost 11.And yet,I was feeling energetic. Not once I could feel that I was fasting.For others it might be normal,for me I consider it a blessing of strength bestowed. It was then I thought that if I could observe a day long fast,why not make it even more special?The guy was at our place at 11 with a delicious sweet that he’d made.(His girlfriend loves Krishna too :P).I thought of making Puri-Bhaji that we’d offer to God along with the sweet that he’d made.Once the Puris were all made,thinking that they’d be less for all 4 of us,I cooked rice. Once the rice was made,I felt something was missing and that if we’d made all this,why not make it a complete meal for Lord.That added Papad and Sabudana fryms.And finally,banana-milk-sugar mixture.So that was the best offering we could make for my Krishna! :D

And now comes the most shocking part :As I have mentioned above,my mom would never let me do the Nirjal vrat.And I didn’t want her to know that I was observing an absolute fast.So like any other person would do,I lied to her when she asked me whether I had something to eat and drink. I told her that I had fruits and milk and even then I had to hear her yell at me.
Last night,I had whatsapp-ed the images of the food we had prepared and on call I told her how fun it was.How we played the tune of Shell(which symbolizes good),how I kept the windows open after offering the delicacies to Lord so that it is easier for him to enter and have that and how we ended our fast.Just then,in a very serious voice she asked me,
‘You didn’t even have water?’.
I was dumbstruck at this moment.I could have never imagined that question being popped up.Because I don’t think that mom would have thought about it.
I tried diverting the topic of discussion but she asked that to me again.

Now,I couldn’t lie.I told her the truth.She scolded me for a minute or two because I know how much she loves and cares for me and my health but I could sense a feeling of pride for me in her voice.And listening to the celebration,she was so happy!

I wonder how moms are so wonderful! How do they get to know without even a subtle hint.Then I thought of all the possible sources via which she would have gotten a hint.But no! I had even lied to my best friend. Neither did my sister know about it.How is that even possible?

All day I was wondering about the same.At the end,I conclude that Moms are Super Humans! :D

Saturday, July 16, 2016

When alarm is no longer something that you can trust

In past several months I’ve developed this mind-boggling art of making up stories instantly.Oh,not the ones you make when you have to lie to someone but the ones you make to convince your brain. That too not at any ordinary moment,but early in the morning when you’ve to wake up.So many nights,I have convinced myself that the next morning I won’t let my brain trick my brain and push me to the comfort of my bed again.But alas!My brain has failed to defeat itself!
It’s not that I haven’t tried ways to get past this disgusting cycle I go through every morning(which obviously seems all good till I wake up and see my ever increasing to do lists).

I’ve put my alarm miles away(okay, exaggerated).But yes, near the bathroom and near the switchboard, that is at least a few steps away from where my bed is.Yes,I remember having woken up,switched on the lights,turned off the alarm only to find myself in the bed again a few hours later!

I’ve convinced my friend to call me when I seriously need to wake up and being a good friend that he is,he  even obliges each time.But there have been instances wherein, in sleep,I’ve texted him back that I’m wake.

I’ve tried changing my alarm tone for each iterative alarm that I keep so that my brain finds atleast one of them interesting and gets rid of the sleep producing chemical or whatever on this earth causes slumber! I’ve even tried haunting ones-the ones which keep on getting louder and louder-but to no avail!
I’ve once kept my phone in the cupboard, so that I wake up and take it from there.Huh.As if this was going to work.

And sometimes I don't even remember having heard my alarm and hitting the snooze button. :-|

All I need to do to convince myself to go and hug the bed again are these reasons, I don’t know why my brain believes to be true.

A person needs atleast 6-7 hours of sleep every night for proper functioning the next day.
NO! I’ve had days-the perfectly functioning days,even when I used to sleep less than 4 hours!Why can’t my brain think up of those times!

You won’t be able to concentrate the next day on your office work.
Can’t it just think of the unlimited caffeine supply in my office?! [Not that I don’t know the disadvantages of having it in excess,but right now,I’m just trying to convince my brain to think of it tomorrow morning :P]

You’ll feel sleepy the next dusk.
[Why care about tomorrow man!Wake up,right now!]

The struggles are enormous. I’m on my path of finding loopholes into my thinking process that takes place every morning. Till then,let me be the night owl! K

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Orangey Fanta Times: A Prank Call AGAIN!

I admit I’ve almost lost track of writing. From 5 posts a month to 0-1 posts, this is indeed a drastic change. Blame it on my laziness or lack of topics, the truth is, I somewhere miss the previous me-The one who had millions of incidents in life which she wanted to pen down.

Till today morning, I was the same. Either thinking of some topic to write about or creating some imaginary stories to pen down, but again, failed miserably. It wasn’t until 11:00 a.m. that I finally had something interesting in my life that I have to write about.

On 11th November,2013,I had begun a series of posts titled ‘Orangey Fanta Times’ which would be a collection of all the crazy stupid things which happen in college. It all started with a friend of mine who had executed an exceptionally well planned prank. And today, the same person does it again.*Bows*
(Link to the post that contains that Prank details :

After almost 3 years, I had an Orangey Fanta Time again! Here it goes.

It was around 10 a.m. and we flat mates were just deciding what to cook for the meals. Just then I heard my phone’s ringtone. I saw the number and it had 079 prefix. I knew it was from Ahmedbad.I expected it to be somehow related to my past life. :P

I picked up the phone and I hear somebody who introduced himself as ‘Syed Ahmed’.
He : Hi,Am I talking to Miss Pooja Karadgi?
I : Yes.
He : Hi,I’m Syed Ahmed calling from LinkedIn and wanted to talk about an interesting opportunity onboard. Is this a good time to talk to you?
I : Yes,Tell me?
He: As you might be aware,the company is now taken over by Microsoft and we have a new analytics department coming up.I just came across your profile and got to know that you’ve worked in analytics before.(I have a few projects mentioned in my profile).So you currently work for ABC company right?
I : Yes.
He : What work do you do there?
I : Mine is a development profile.I basically develop apps used to collect data.
He : So it’s not related to analytics?
I : No..
He : Which database do you use?
I : (this).
He : That’s so outdated.
(It’s actually not.But I had no intentions of spoiling my relations with any HR :P)
So,are you looking for a job change then?
I : As of now,I’m not actively looking for one.
He : Okay.Thank you.
I : Yep,Thank you.

I cut the call and went on with my usual chores not even thinking about this.

After a while,this college friend of mine calls me,whom I had called a few days back but who seemed to be too busy that day.I taunted him for a while and then began our usual conversation.

In the middle of the conversation regarding jobs and stuff, whether I was looking for a job change or something.
I,in my usual tone,told him about the recent call I had received. He asked me about the profile they were offering,that why did I reject straight ,why didn’t I give a try.To cut short,he tried to make me feel guilty.
After a while he mentioned that he too had received a call from ‘Syed Ahmed’ from LinkedIn a few days back.And that,he currently works into analytics,they even took his interviews.One conference and one Skype.And then he was called to their Mumbai office on Monday for the next round.I congratulated him and asked him for a treat.

After a while,he very seriously asks me,
“Pooja..Sachh Sach bata..Tu sad hui mera sunke?’
I :“Why would I be sad.As a natural human would feel,I would have felt a little sad if I had attempted the same and failed.But right now,No..Because I dint even give it a try”
He : “Hahahahah! Who Syed Ahmed mai hi tha.I got a new landline connection at home.Yay!”
I : “Kaminee..Kab sudhrega!”

Then he made me realize how much of hard work it had involved.
  • Syed Ahmed is actually the HR of LinkedIn.
  • If I had shown even 1% interest in the offer,he said he would have added me into a conference call and interviewed me there and then.Undoubtedly, he would also have been the technical lead and the HR as well.He’s a genius when it comes to fooling people.
  • And that how he would have made me study for the whole of weekend for the interview he would have scheduled on Monday.

I cursed him innumerable times imagining the what-ifs!

Finally,I accepted that, yes,I can be fooled and he does that exceptionally well.
I’m so glad that some people and some friendships and some bonds never change. No matter how your lives take different turns, how far you’re from one another, how frequent you share your stories with each other, there are people with whom you’ll always love laughing and fooling around!
Stupid people!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

The God Solution

It amazes me as to how often we get busy with our day to day life, in our own circle of happiness thinking this is the usual. This is how it’ll always stay. Change cannot find its way and hence neither can sadness and failures.

And amidst all this,even if there’s a breeze of disappointment,it shakens you from deep within.All the above phrases just start seeming so silly!The times when you get to know who you really are.Subtracting the usual circumstances.That moment,when disappointment punches you hard,straight on your face,those are the moments you feel,there’s no more left.You start doubting your own senses.Everything starts seeming haphazard and gloomy.There’s not one constant thought you can engage your brain into.Thousand erupt at a go.A terrible,horrible tsunami!All your future plans appear at stake.

And amidst all this comes only one supreme divine power to help you.God.Not one,but innumerable instances of my life,I’ve taken his abode when I get shaken up.And being who he is,he’ll always find me a shelter.I realize what Prayers take a shift.From,’Please,I beg you for that and this’ which are often material things,how it suddenly transforms to ‘I beg peace.Please grant me Peace.A shelter in your heart at such times’.

Indeed,Change is Constant.But,time and again,it gets me closer to God.Selfish me!

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Random Thoughts

Past month at a glance!

I got too close to somebody in my work place and due to some personal reasons, she had to leave the city and go to her hometown. That marks the first time I cried, rather sobbed, at my workplace. Sometimes, it leaves me in awe as to how somebody can get so close and connected to us as if the universe wanted us to meet. Goodbyes are never easy but coping up is what life is all about! We make sure we talk at least once in two days!

I decorated my desk. It was always this plain boring until my 23rd birthday when my colleagues decorated the place with balloons and stuff. Some gifted me written articles  and now I’ve all of them stuck over there. But last Friday, I had something special-A Mr.Bean peeping on to my desk from the other side. And everybody was like, “You both are same!”.

But the same night, I don’t know why, sleeplessness fetched in a lot many hypothetical and imaginary questions about life for me.What if the tomorrow I wake up and notice myself not in this world.I pondered, to how many people’s life I would make a difference.Family,of course.But other than them, the rest will mourn for some days and everything will get back to normal again. Nobody is to blame of course.That’s how survival is.The office desk might be the way it is now,full of smileys,Mr.Bean,notes etc but eventually will be removed or replaced.Nothing is permanent, truly!

People around me know me as a ‘No-Songs’ person but when I shared a song link on Facebook,it was a shock for people.But I made sure the entire world gets to know that I’m hooked to that song and wanted everyone to know how beautiful it is!The entire band is so awesome!It makes me happy and smile!

From a person who had never seen a TT table to the one whom people consider a decent player, the entire journey was beautiful. I go to the office early and practice playing. That’s one of the reasons that motivate me to wake up early and serves as a morning exercise as well!

I felt motivated for no reasons. There’s so much I want to do. Starting a food blog is one amongst them. I might just include a section in the same blog and share the recipes I try. All this for working people who often end up being confused or bored in the evening as to what veggies to take home daily and what to cook!
[(Next day,1:34 a.m.)
Started a Food Page on my blog]

Saturday, March 12, 2016

I just can't think of a title at this moment!

With a bowl of noodles and self-made tea. Here goes my life that happened within the last three days!

I never knew passport application process can be so challenging. Day 1,having seated in a congested government office,PSK,for more than 4 hours, if they reject your application at the last stage, it can be heck annoying! That too, when it costed you a leave from the office! That day, I met two good people in the office and thanks to the way I was brought up, I don’t find blending with the people difficult. But as soon as the passport officer rejected my application at the final stage, all that I could think of was call my dad and sob. Out of anger, frustration and what not!

That day after returning home, the digestive system ditched me too and I ended up vomiting followed by slight fever and weakness. Plus,that lady officer had by mistake scheduled an appointment the next day itself instead of a date in next week. I had decided that I will reschedule it as I had no strength to carry on the same procedure the next day.

But knowing any day, it’ll be the same, I mustered up the much needed courage the next day and went again. From one bank to another, changing a lot many cabs in between and then finally the passport office.I knew, it was again going to eat up my day.

There while waiting in the waiting room,I happened to come across this Muslim family.They had four daughters and a son-the youngest.All of them, well-educated and conversing in English with not a single filler in between. After talking for a while with them about the city and stuff,I asked them their names.The youngest girl,Bushra, introduced me to all of them.The little boy,Aquib,who was in Jr.Kg. asked me mine. When I said it’s ‘Pooja’, the next question that he asked made me ponder. He asked ‘So,You’re a Hindu!’.I wonder who introduces religion to a kid as small as this one.

That day,I actually experienced what staying alone in a completely different city,where roads and ways are no less than a maze for me, means.
Today being just a day short for my birthday,I’m receiving quite a few surprises.It was my best friend whose present I received first and today an unanticipated phone call from FedEx asking me to go and collect my parcel made me think of all possible names.Upon opening,it brought a big smile on my face.Chocolates.Sent by my favorite people.MomDad! <3

I had become quite emotional after receiving that,as this birthday will be my first away from family-people whom I absolutely love!

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Far I've come,leaving the Past.

The skyscrapers were a usual scene for her,
Different months, different cities.
She once had dreamt of travelling the world,
And the corporate job of hers, made sure she did.
The pretty black stilettos, the formal skirt and the white shirt
Went well along with the witty mind and a smart personality.
She surely knew how businesses dealt and deals end
With such persona, she climbed the ladder of success too fast.
Made parents and friends and family proud.
From time to time, New York, London, Paris all welcomed her
But it was one place she longed to go
Which the corporate map didn’t know.
The place she had spent her infancy in
The place where Mango trees yearned for her
The smell of the summer breeze, the taste of the popsicles
The little bird’s chirping sound, the aroma of the place.
Everything reminded her of how far she had come.
Some days, she used to smell the same,
Some thousand miles away.
But it just weighed down the shoulders
Thinking life again can never be the same.
She knew about ‘change’ and had readily accepted it
Yet, deep within,
A part of her still cried and ached for the past.
These are the  times when skyscrapers bow to country lands,
When memories outweigh the bank balance
And alas! Distance overpowers the feelings.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Reading The World.

The other day, I came across this bibliophile, while reading an article, who felt her whole book shelf was stacked with English books.Soon,she realized, the stories of all were centered around India or other native English speaking countries.Inspite of having read a thousand or so books, she felt that she was familiar with only a part of the globe. This made her explore more authors and their works which have been translated to English. In a year, she was aware of the culture across the globe, had temporarily and virtually lived almost everywhere.
The idea seemed interesting to me.So,rather than reading the same authors, who every year, mark their spot in the ‘best-selling’ list, I decided to diversify my 2016 reading list. I try my best to finish reading at least a book a month(at which I failed in 2015),but this year, with a grit, I’ve begun again.
First in the list is a book authored by a Japanese,Hiroaki Murakami,which features in the best-selling list. ’Kafka on the shore’.

If you too have thought of reading something different, here’s a list of countries and their best-selling books.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Good versus Golden

A Good Morning.
At 6:30 in the morning,
My alarm rings for the first time.
I hit the snooze button.
Thinking why it’s morning again!
At 7:15, I open my eyes.
Thinking of my To-Do list of the day.
There I rush to the kitchen,
To put the tea to boil.
Freshen up and hurry to catch the cab.
Lost in my phone,
I fail to notice my surroundings.
The traffic seems to disturb my senses,
And somehow I find a way of ignoring it.
Still busy in my phone,
I feel the jerk of the brakes being applied,
When I find myself in the office campus.
And gear up for the day ahead.

A Golden Morning
At 6:30 in the morning,
My alarm rings for the first time.
With closed eyes and an interrupted dream,
I hit the snooze button.
At 7:15, I open an eye.
When all I notice is the golden ray of sunshine
Happily finding its way through the window.
Reflecting from places, it amplifies the hope I’ve to carry through the day.
With a smile, I wake up.
Thinking of the events that have to wind up.
It begins with a prayer,
Just followed by Azaan from the nearby mosque.
Thinking of the beauty of the country which houses such a variety,
I feel grateful for yet another day.
I put the kettle on the burner,
Watch the tea boil.
Accompanied with it is the aroma
And the golden-black color,
Which refreshes all the senses and removes traces of slumber.
I get dressed up for the office and walk down the lane,
Feeling the breeze and watching the kids throw tantrums.
And watch the flute man on the signal,
Trying to woo the people with his music.
I read all the way to the office,
Living another life temporarily.
When the brakes are applied,
I get back to who I am.
A happy human-being.

So, what actually turns a 'Good Morning' to a 'Gold Morning'?
It’s our perspective towards the things in life. The way we consume the things around us, the way we decide to interpret the events of our life. The crowd on the roads may be taken as a headache or a moment to observe a variety of people around us. Life can be considered monotonous. Or we can decide to notice the change, even in the same set of happenings. Or maybe find a different way of doing the same things.

Colgate has come up with a product Colgate 360 Toothbrush Charcoal gold to make an activity as boring as brushing your teeth in the morning, a little more interesting. One more way of turning a ‘Good Morning’ to #Colgate360GoldMornings.