21 February 2008


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.

Verdict: Sold.

1 comment:

Lincoln said...

Mr Chintamani is afraid of Mr Chidambaram