Gowrnamentu adutising-the final post
Phase 7- The presentation It was a bright cheerful morning. Atleast to Boss, who appeared in his new friday dressing, neatly scrubbed and drenched in cologne. All set to dazzle the discerning DIPians. I sat in the navigator seat feeling small in his extra large SUV, clinging on to the delusions of the Gowrnamentu, specially designed by us for them. Boss adjusted his rear view mirror to take a final look into his nostrils. And we zoomed away in his Sierra to doom’s dungeon. “How many agencies were there did you say?” “About 40 of them I guess!” “Ha…The numbers are getting larger’

Mr Big B, Khush toh nahin hai hum
(This is a very old post of mine, that suddenly went missing from my blog. After a lot of searching…..I have unearthed it from somewhere. I cannot backdate it, and so I have no other alternative than post it right up here. Read it, if you already haven’t.) Mr Amitabh, Give me the real Bachchan. I admit that you are one of the few actors to have evolved so finely. But I cannot help but miss the Bachchan who walked into theatres amidst deafening whistles.

Gowrnamentu adutising-part 3
Phase 5 – The Brief  After two grueling days, I returned from Vidhana Soudha with my own understanding of the statutory warning inscribed on the building ”Government’s work is God’s work”. But I always doubted if they had misspelt GOD. I got back to the agency with a feeling of triumph. The receptionist failed to see the glint in my eyes and asked her regular “Have you signed the register?’, reducing me to just another employee, the variety who need to record their attendance to earn their wages.  She probably didn’t know of the treasure I had in my bag. Six delicious annual reports as ordered by The Boss.