Three years, can be put in two ways. A mere three years, or the three incredible years (punches in the air). Pardon my drama, but the journey demands it. The consistent gusto, the tipping zeal and the tricky mix of swagger and style wasn’t easy to maintain. But when did Mandate take it easy? Month after month, cover after cover, concept after concept, we tried to outdo our last performance. And in the process, we had fun too. Relentless follow-ups were matched by hardcore partying. The long shoots were compensated by Old Monk, straightup. The late night shifts paved way for team bonding. And though sometimes the tension to comply with packing dates was thick enough to cut with a knife, abrupt conversations of wit, humour and Man’s Date helped our cause.
In the interim, a lot transpired backstage. One of us entered the bliss of matrimony, one sported a beard, shaved it and got it back again, and one went on a diet, lost those extra pounds, and well...earned them back again. Not to forget, my frivolous hair dos! Moving on, our affable art director retired to a warm farewell. And physically too, we were transported south: from seventh to third floor in the same building, for the management decided to convert our cushy space into a five- star lounge. However, in the midst of the reshuffle, one personality remained intact. Nari Hira, Magna Publishing’s CMD, stayed calm, gave us a rocket when necessary, joked with us (and mostly on us), to keep us on our toes.
And now as we set ourselves for a giant leap, we hope Mandate finds its way into swanky shelves, eager hands and curious minds. And every time it does, all of what is written above will make more sense.