Of late, I have begun to watch the ads, because I think I have 'remote' fatigue. I simply dont have the energy to jump from one channel to another in the hope of avoiding those mind-numbing things called advertisements.
Hence, I stay put and watch them. And if I must watch them, I must also write about them sometimes. So, here goes ...
It's Feb, and T stands for tax. Enter: Mr Long-term Chintamani and Mr Short-term Chintamani. Mr Chintamani was always adorable, and the ads were smart. Now, there's a teeny weeny Mr C, too. The dialogues are told a lil too fast, I thought.