May 12, 2013

Never call a stupid person a goat again

Desmond Macedo
The railway minister and his wife have a goat in their house. So do many Indian politicians and government bureaucrats.

It is believed the railway minister and his wife pray to this goat every morning, dutifully, so that wealth will keep flowing into their homes, uninterruptedly.

There is another reason to pray to the goat – so the minister can escape corruption charges.
Recently it was discovered that goats are known to help people in this predicament. The animals started this line of activity after being fed-up and disgusted with representing somebody stupid. They’ve been especially peeved by the puns flying around the country, like “Manmohan Singh is the latest scapegoat.” They resent being taken as lightly as puns.

So with more and more politicians seeking the help of goats, naturally the cost of mutton is rising further. It was already high. Now it is prohibitive.

And many Indians, already hit by the high price of mutton, have to settle for the bland taste of broiler chicken.

Now I wasn’t aware of this background at all when, the other day, I was at a Parsi home for lunch and instead of the traditional, and delicious, mutton dhansak, I was served chicken dhansak.

I raised the question at the dining table of this Parsi home, which, traditionally, is no place to raise questions since the food in front of you is enough to distract you from raising any questions, and was told that goat meat was not available in the market as all the goats were at politicos' and bureaucrats' homes, being pampered with prayers and other offerings like spinach and cabbage leaves.

Special planes were flying goats to places all over India wherever either of these was riddled by corruption charges.

The goats that were left in the market were too obstinate to listen to anyone’s prayers, but since they were a scarcity their cost had risen.  

Even biryani, which is traditionally made with mutton, had been corrupted with chicken.

It has reached a stage that if any one receives an invitation to dine at a friend’s or relative’s home, a highly impolite question is raised: Are you serving mutton or chicken?

Indians of traditional hospitality are hit badly. Neither can they invite anyone home, nor can they get invitations to any home. A few use the invitation as a ruse to get reciprocal invitations, so their ruse, too, is hit.

Meanwhile, though elections and bombings are simultaneously taking place in neighbouring Pakistan, the country is a good source of healthy, well-fed goats, and Indian diplomats, politicians and entrepreneurs have already finalised plans and opened a new trade door between the countries, with goats passing through that door.

Known to be patient with people praying to them, these Pakistan goats are already sought after among our politicians and bureaucrats. They can maintain a still head and complete silence without that infuriating 'maeh eh eh' for over five minutes, which is a clear sign they are listening attentively. 

Don’t ask the cost of this goat? If you must, you are not affluent enough to own one, and if you’re not affluent enough, you haven’t been corrupt enough to become affluent enough.

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Similar short humour stories and satires in our Self-Published book, Dan Mullagathanny’s Irresponsible Stories, written by Desmond Macedo, illustrated by Jayesh Raut. We're looking for Publishers.

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May 2, 2013

Cotton Bags


Desmond Macedo

“Guys only want to get inside our knickers.”

Dan was thinking about this frequent complaint that many Indian girls have today. Some days ago he had met a friend and this is what she had to say on the issue: 

Actually, I see no problem if the guy gets in there, as long as he stays in there. But he won’t, the bugger; five minutes later he’s trying to skedaddle into another girl’s knickers. All guys want to do is tippy tippy tip toe from one knicker to another.

Come to think of it, do our knickers make it easy for them to escape? If they weren’t so skimpy it wouldn’t be so easy to slip out of, and worse, slip into. Look at grandmother’s undergarments. It had a sturdy cord or elastic that girded the waist and elastic that secured the hems around the thighs. If a guy had gotten inside he was stucken inside. So you see, it wasn’t so easy to tippy tippy tip toe in those days. 

I mean, what protection against escape does a thong offer? Little or none [that thing is so wispy, you need brackets to contain it]. And a G-string?  The bugger will scale up the rope, I mean the string, peep over the waistband, nobody’s looking, swing down, tip toe, and be off. And if any one of us is like Britney Spears who usually doesn’t wear any knick knacks to secure the bugger, finished for her.

I am convinced the culprit is the knickers. Never in the history of mankind and garment manufacture has a piece of fabric been asked to do the impossible of hiding and showing, both at once. No wonder, today, there is more fabric in a lady’s handkerchief than in her knickers.

Hark back again to the days of our great grandmothers. A lady’s undergarment was called bucket undergarments, made of thick white linen, and the way women wore them they resembled those white cotton bags you see tied around the udders of a fat cow. So ungainly was it, no man wanted to enter it, and if he did, he’d worry that he’d come out with hay sticking out of his hair and people would know he’d just been inside a white cotton bag.

Notice the difference in names: undergarment sounds like a sturdy piece of linen that a mechanic would make a rag of and wipe pistons with. But listen to lingerie when they say it like French; the word lingers in your mouth, entwining itself around your tongue – louunnggerriee - sounds so much like an ice-cream variety; hang around a while it’ll melt, then you slide in.

Who’s to blame if we girls turn our undergarments into ice cream parlours with little canopies.  No wonder the buggers come in, loll around, then hook it.

We should go back to wearing cotton bags.
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From our Self-Published book, Dan Mullagathanny’s Irresponsible Stories, written by Desmond Macedo, illustrated by Jayesh Raut. Looking for Publishers.

Presently available at Dial-a-Book: 09650457457

Mumbai: Tappu ki Dukaan, 27-A, Kermani Building, Mezzanine Floor, Glass door through Saxonia Spects, Sir P.M. Road, FORT, Mumbai – 400001. Phone: 022 22043716. Pune: Either Or, 24, Sohrab Hall, 21, Sassoon Road, Opposite Jehangir Hospital, Pune 411 001. Call: 020 26050225. Open: 10.30 am to 8.00 pm. Closed on Thursdays

April 14, 2013

Some Legal Ads are more embarrassing than Scam Ads


Desmond Macedo


I agree, Scam Ads are bad for the industry. But then, how is this ad good for the industry? No idea at all. Just news rendered by Photoshop/Illustrator. The only thing going for it is its position - in front of the front page of the Times of India.


 And the agency gets paid for this drivel. At least scam ads have some spine – they don’t ask for any payment.

“The client wanted it that way.”

Nonsense. That is routine response. 

Quite a few offices run this lucrative business model: “Take your money and run.” 

It’s this kind of work that drives people to do scam ads. Who is to blame them?

Coming back to this ad, there’s a line in large font below the row of bikes:

“OUR TECHNOLOGY IS BUILT TO LAST.
SO IS OUR WARRANTY.”

 What does this mean? The warranty is also built to last?  Anyone heard of a warranty built to last? 

If that were possible, some entrepreneur in India would make millions manufacturing warranties. Wonder how he’d advertise it? “My Warranty is guaranteed to last 5 years.” And does this mean, some warranties don’t last as long as they are warranted for? 

Just see where Indian advertising is taking Indian manufacturing: Now the warranty has to be guaranteed.

Well, what the writer of this ad probably means, “Our products will last the whole warranty period, ” asterisk provided.

Be that as it may, it looks like the warranty period on Correct English at this agency, too, has expired.  Please have it extended. Or apply for a fresh warranty.

And this boy and girl jumping out of Indian ads - the girl with her tummy showing; the boy with his duckface showing – has been appearing for some eight to ten years, now.

Isn’t there a warranty period on their usage in print ads?  

And when does it expire?