It was World Media Day yesterday. How many of you bullshitters in the media knew that? And those of you who did, what was your contribution to it?
Did you send that babe you've been hitting on withered flowers? OR leave a cryptic Da Vinci Code-esque message at her workstation?
Did you bullshit your way into getting an exclusive interview with the who's-who of the F**k-All world?
Did you feed the world enough crap so they'd die puking or of indigestion?
Did you snoop around for a better paying job?
Did you bitch about that babe who pipped you to the post of blah-blah-blah coz she slept with the boss while you were sleeping with the enemy?
Did you go lick your Editor's arse so you could get the next bump up soon?
What the F**K did you do then?
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After ages, I surfed the telly last night.
There was an information overkill on the ‘cataclysmic loss’ of Pramod Mahajan, who was showered all the accolades except the Bharat Ratna. (NDTV's Srinivasan Jain, actually didn't know whether to smile or not when posted outside the Hinduja for a "comprehensive coverage" of the deceased!) R-I-P.
Abheek Barman fumbled and mumbled and went around in circles trying to explain the impact of a fuel price hike. All this, never without that cherubic smile.
MTV was playing some nice hindi popular songs. Tooombaa enjoyed maatde;)
1 comment:
i did send a cryptic msg, but it turned out that the msg was so cryptic tht the girl thought it was sent by someone else (too little trust on my peanut brain). Thus "they" went on a date while i spent my night in frnt of the telly watching tales from the crypt.
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