Creativity zindabad!

In a very recent ad, a bank promises to come to your house in case you have such a bad stomach upset that you can hardly leave the loo for more than a few minutes at a time (I suppose it goes without saying that if you are in really bad shape, the man from the bank wouldn't mind dealing with you right there in the loo).

I'm sure that when young people these days talk about advertising being a creative art form, this is the sort of thing they have in mind...

(If you are interested, you can see that particular ad any weeknight on Kaun Banega Crorepati, courtesy Sony Channel).

Smart kids

I asked a fourteen-year old in class whether he had done his homework, and if not, why not. His reply, almost in one breath, was 'I remembered, Sir... I forgot, Sir!'

Talk about coherence and articulateness.

Holding my breath

There's hardly 360 days left for Durga pujo. Yippee...!

The things we value

I borrowed a hammer from a very elderly neighbour, and he was almost frantic that I might forget to return it before going away on a three-day trip (rest assured he never uses the hammer himself; he calls in a mechanic, who always comes with the full bag of tools).

I had also borrowed a certain book from him that I had seen on his shelf, and  returned it recently - almost a whole year after. Believe it or not, he had entirely forgotten about it.

Going, going, gone

For the last two months and more, the local media, both print and electronic, have been screaming their heads off telling us night and day just how many days are left for the pujo bedlam to begin.

It has just occurred to me that the long wait is almost over. In a fortnight from today, there will be blessed relief again...