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Reliance India Mobile 'Bedtime story' commercial
May 02, 2003 11:32 AM, 1768 Views
(Updated May 02, 2003)
A thought, a dream, a nightmare!

Translated into english for the benefit of our non-hindi friends!


Kid: Daddy Daddy, tell me a story


Daddy: OK kid, heres your story. (If a measly story can put you to bed and help me finish my vodka in peace with my booze-buddies then here goes, murmurs Daddy)


Daddy: Once there was a thought, there was a dream.


Kid: What? I cant hear you. Your voice keeps cracking up..


Daddy Shouts: There was a thought, a THOUGHT. Heard that?


Kid: Ya, dont shout Dad, I feel scared.


Daddy: OK OK. There was a thought, a dream.


Kid: Where was this dream daddy?


Daddy: This was in the head of a man who sold petroleum and in the heads his two sons.


Kid: Did they three dream together?


Daddy: No, the dad dreamed first, with his primary school head. His kids just nodded their Harvard educated heads in agreement.


Kid: What did their daddy dream?


Daddy: I dont know what their daddy dreamed. But after their daddy died, the kids said in Hindi - Mere baap ka sapna, sabka maal apna. (My dads dream, everybody’s money is my money!)


Kid: So what did they do to fulfil their dream?


Daddy: They decided to give phones to every hand in India. Those hands that needed their phone would have to first hand out loads of money and a commitment to be a customer for three years.


Kid: Then what happened?


Daddy: The poor customers fell right into the petroleum brothers trap. They got trapped with their CDMA phones, poor network, crackling voices on their phones, and ever-changing tarriffs. What was free was not free anymore. What was promised vanished into thin air.


Kid: DId somebody save the poor customers?


Daddy: No beta. Alas! All saviours were already bonded customers of the petroleum brothers!


Kid: Dont worry dad. When I grow up I will fight the petroleum brothers and save the poor customers!


Daddy: Save me first from them son, Im your poor daddy.


Kid: OK daddy. I will. Good night


Daddy: Good night son.


Daddy: Hey chum, get me another large vodka. My throat is all dry and thanks to my spoilt brat of a kid, I cant bear to think of my phone bill. Help me forget my miseries guys!

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