Maria, the Greek model, I became friends with on my transit flight from Mumbai to Delhi in January 2014, told me that in Creta, where she is from, they use a lot of Turkish words in their daily language due to the Turkish influence on the islanders in the past. Among those words, Vegera was a popular one. I told her I had never heard of such a word before and asked her what it meant. In her thick Cretan accent, Maria said, " When people sit together all night, talk , dance, eat and drink, sing songs, until the dawn. When they have a good time together around a table, that's when we say we make vegera." There are certain words in almost every language that echoes the culture, traditions and history more than anything. You can almost visualize the word in action in that culture- if you know it well. Since that time, I decided that's what my blog should be named after: "Vegera." It brings as much happiness to me as the word Keyf-i Alem ! Even though my blog's initial name Entry Level Philly and its objectives will continue to resonate throughout my entries, I believe that Vegera is more appropriate for the way I live my life- at least at this point in my life. So, this blog will be about anything from restaurants and bars I visit across the world, especially in Philadelphia to my travels across the world and life adventures- which somehow make up a lot of crazy stories in my life and to Brand stories, aka advertising.
However, more than anything, and especially recently, I have been writing a lot more about branding and advertising. A print ad, a video, an inspiring story about a brand or a company. I write about those stories that inspire me and provoke me to think deeper into the matter. It is because I find the ad world absolutely fascinating, with lots of imagination and creativity but also strategic thinking. It is like watching a sci-fi show. I'm an aspiring advertising professional and more specifically an account planner. So in Vegera, you'll find plenty of ad related posts.
Lastly, who is the author of Vegera? She's originally from Istanbul, Turkey- trying to figure out where on earth she wants to travel next.Currently, In Philly, working as a communications specialist for a small medical supply company, located outside the city. I work with people-mainly athletes with disabilities. You'll also probably see some inspiring stories from my work life, as you read this blog. When busy saving up money for traveling/ or concerts, i.e. busy with stressful work life, I like observing people, their behavior, interactions with others and drinking wine.This should be enough info on the author now. You'll probably find out more as you continue to read my entries... There will be a lot of personal opinions, feelings and emotions articulated.. Hope you stay long to make vegera with me .. Ciao.
I have been working with and for people with physical disabilities for over 2 years now. 2 years ago my life was different . While I was aware of the reality of physical and mental disabilities, I was never fully immersed to it to understand the community. I must say that I now do understand and am able to empathize with people with physical disabilities. I have met incredible people in these 2 years who I call “good friends” of mine that I would like to be in touch with for the rest of my life.
Today, I had a slightly different experience though… It lasted perhaps less than 10 minutes. I interacted with a man with speech impediment. He didn’t speak a word. At first, I treated him like anyone and talked to him and asked him questions about his needs. I assumed he was capable of talking. I even waited a while to hear back from him. Nothing.. He kept looking and making sings with his hands. Thank god it didn’t take me any longer to understand his disability. With my friends in wheelchairs I usually bend down on my knees to speak to them to better hear them and talk to them. Or when we are taking pictures I always make sure I get down on my knees. This is a courtesy thing… Not a social norm. In fact, sooo many people don’t do it. I feel both physically and emotionally close to them and that’s why I do it. In today’s interaction with the man with speech impediment, I couldn’t bent down on my knees or do anything I was used to before. Instead, I did something that even shocked me: I became silent. My silence was a natural reaction to his silence. I never understand silent language before, because I have always thought it had its own alphabet and weird and almost funny signs. But, today I understood this man standing in front me asking me questions about my company’s business and types of products we carried. And I communicated with him silently throughout the whole conversation which again lasted less than 10 minutes. He asked me questions and I answered. There were no words spoken, no voice heard. It was more than an exchange of signs, it was an exchange of understanding, of empathy. It was special. He left with a smile on his face; whereas I was left with tears in my eyes by the density of emotions I had and by the magical nature of the experience I just had.
And there it was… a whole new perspective to the way I see and interact with people.