The Chicken Rules – no more flu
If there are actually readers of mine who were readers of mine back in historical times (to wit – pre 2005), and if those readers of mine who were readers of mine pre 2005 have decentish memory, those readers of mine who were readers of mine pre 2005 with decentish memory would remember that I used to have a blog, a part of Selective Amnesia, called the Chicken Rules.
Now, even though the readers of mine who were readers of mine pre 2005 and have decentish memory, they might not remember what the Chicken Rules blog had. So here’s a little recap.
The Chicken Rules blog, easily accessed at www.selectiveamnesia.org/chickens is an advertising blog. In that, it hopes to limit posts to only those that deal somehow with advertising.
Now, why on earth would Chandrachoodan write about advertising? is a question all of you will ask. And justifiably so. The answer, dear readers past and present, is simple. I happen to work as a Copywriter (Motto: One clever line every day) in an ad agency (Motto: Prevent copywriters from coming up with clever lines everyday) that does advertising for clients (Motto: Don’t buy agency’s suggestions. Just blame them for everything that goes wrong) and releases it in newspapers (Motto: Nothing but the untruth, since 1850) and TV (Motto: We’re still working on a motto) in an attempt to con-vince consumers into buying products.
So, as I was saying, I had a blog, funnily titled Chicken Rules, which dealt with advertising.
Now, where is all this going? you might ask. And again, justifiably so. All this ramble is going towards one single point…
Welcome on board Murali Menon. Murali, or as friends call him – P.C. Muralidharan Menon, is a friend. More, he is an ex-boss. In my fledgling years of advertising, Murali, and ex-colleagues far too many to mention, helped me learn the craft that is Advertising.
So it was only natural that Murali accept my sincere requests (and the threat of total annihilation) to blog at Chicken Rules, on advertising. And he’s already doing a great job.
I am very glad to have him with me.
Also welcome on board, Arti Ganesh. Arti is also an ex-colleague. And she’s a friend. No correlation. She too has accepted my sincere requests and agreed to blog about advertising, specifically from an art-person’s point of view, on Chicken Rules. She will soon begin posting.
So go over to the Chicken Rules blog now, folks and readers of mine who were readers of mine pre 2005 with decentish memory, and welcome my two pals.
Contextual, verbal, spontaneous humour
That’s the thing I excel in. Really. My ex-colleagues would attest to the fact. So would my current colleagues.
So anyway, there was this friend I met after a gap of like 3 months. While talking, he remarked I hadn’t shaved. And asked me if I was going for that bearded, intellectual look.
I answered, “yeah da. Just a face I am going through”
It was funny you know, I swear.
Justice for Priyadarshini
A friend of mine, Rohit Mattoo, points me to a website – ourpriyadarshini.com which is hoping justice will be served for Priyadarshini Mattoo.
Priyadarshini was born July 23, 1970 in Srinagar, Northern India. She was an award winning singer who had traveled internationally to perform. She chose to pursue her law studies at Delhi University. About to complete her degree, her life was cut short.
Priyadarshini was stalked for over a year by a former classmate, during which time Priyadarshini made several complaints to the police. The stalker, the son of a Police Chief (IGP), persisted. He was interested in Priyadarshini romantically, but she rebuked his advances. Finally a case was registered against him, and he was going to face charges.On January 23, 1996, he was seen entering her home in South Delhi by several witnesses. Hours later her battered body was found – she had been beaten mercilessly, with multiple wounds (her post mortem detailed 19). She had been raped. And, ultimately, she had been strangled to death.
They are also organising a rally in Delhi – Justice for Priyadarshini! Venue: India Gate, New Delhi Time: 4:30 p.m. Date: 23rd July, 2006
Do check the site out, and do what you can.
Trackbacked with Samantha Burns: Open Trackback Weekend
Eleven times 5
“Right!”, he said. Sarcasm palpably. “The last thing I need is another 55 word story”
“Don’t you know nobody is interested in my stories about my own stories? My readers don’t want to read me writing a clever story about my writing a story…” True, perhaps. Though I do think his readers like those stories.





