It was well past the closing hours at the Shivas bar. A few friends of mine and I were still drinking when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was the new trainee guy from work who had accompanied me to the bar. He lived at a PG and had a deadline of 10.30 to catch before the owner unleashed his little menaces – a Rottweiler and a German Shepherd. Reasonable, I thought. And hence, I ignored him. The little bugger started getting more worried as the hour hand approached 11. I asked him to stay over at a friend’s place in order to avoid the dogs. And the little prick said ‘no’. Apparently, he did not mind being shred to pieces by those giant dogs; they were of foreign origin after all. His problem was the local Indian street dogs. Brand consciousness with dog bites?!?! What is this world coming to? And yeah, thank god I am in advertising.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
It's raining stones...
It was well past the closing hours at the Shivas bar. A few friends of mine and I were still drinking when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was the new trainee guy from work who had accompanied me to the bar. He lived at a PG and had a deadline of 10.30 to catch before the owner unleashed his little menaces – a Rottweiler and a German Shepherd. Reasonable, I thought. And hence, I ignored him. The little bugger started getting more worried as the hour hand approached 11. I asked him to stay over at a friend’s place in order to avoid the dogs. And the little prick said ‘no’. Apparently, he did not mind being shred to pieces by those giant dogs; they were of foreign origin after all. His problem was the local Indian street dogs. Brand consciousness with dog bites?!?! What is this world coming to? And yeah, thank god I am in advertising.
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Yeah, thank god you are in advertising, you won't have to promote brands anymore! :D
damn neat n really true mate..cheerz
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