DECIDE NOW

Life in a PR agency is great fun...only if you enjoy being rogered by your clients, journalists and not to forget the boss(es). The cauldron for gorom gorom gossip is something that lure the likes of me into the profession. I believe that one of my previous boss was in a fix recently. In Mumabi for some meeting or the other, the person's credit card bounced back. No no it was not because he did not have any credit left, the reason was "IT HAS BEEN SWIPED TOO MANY TIMES" and the magnetic strip was damaged. Poor soul went to the ATM and met the same fate. Dear Boss, please ensure that the STRIP is clean before you SWIPE it again.

There is this married woman who is after my life. Not that I mind, but her passion has increased to such extent that to get my attention, she went and chopped her hair! Every time I look in her eyes, I am confused...she changes her lens faster than a chameleon changes its colour. I am sure it helps her seduce some dumb journalists.

Staying on with the profession. One of the agency in the far flung corner of the city is fast losing its employees. Some of them are very smart and dedicated...should not have a problem find jobs. But poor agency, its going to lose some bright stars. But is it worth working in an agency that does not recognise the worth of it s people?

A journalist friend was in Mumbai recently to cover LIFW. This journo friend is unique. The length of my friend's nose can put Pinnochio to shame...you can actually locate my friend by the sheer length of the nose and if you have to move around in a crowded room ensure that you are next to my friend. The nose is often used as a Sherman tank. Well speaking about LIFW, an ad-sales manager of a leading website was refused invitations to after show parties and was even, rather endearingly called, a female dog!!! If i am to recall correctly, a "hashi khushi" photogreapher from an afternoon daily had clicked the ad-sales manager with rather revealing undergarment.

Its party time tonight. My friend of the 9th floor agency has decided to visit the salon to get a face lift. He thinks, he has a chance to get "lucky" tonight. Just to remind him, he has been waiting for the last 4 years to get "lucky" in Delhi...but everytime his wife came on the way.

Will keep you posted about the party