Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Sometimes a mammal can teach us a thing or two.....and if it happens to be the biggest mammal in this world the learnings are BIG.

During the recent trip to Sri Lanka we went "whale-watching"

We had been warned that many groups of people, over the days and years, had ventured out at sea, spent hours in the sun, kept staring at the vast open blue expanse, and come back with not a single sighting.
Imagine the disappointment and the pain of spending hours on a lookout, and all you see is the blue sea meeting the blue sky in the distant horizon, with the white flecks of clouds managing to break the monotony.

We had been warned, but then optimism always springs to the fore, and each person trained the eye in different directions....north, south, east and west to see that fountain of water announce the arrival of the Whales.

For quite a while we all felt we would go back empty handed and empty sighted!
I had my tonne-weighing zoom lens clipped on to my camera, hanging from my neck, staring and waiting, praying and hoping that the Whale wouldn't disappoint. The Catamaran rocked on the choppy seas, as the waves lashed in anger, almost urging us to go back.

And then like a apparition, the water spout happened, and the dark grey hump rose above the water.....She was out there up for a breather, and in a few seconds ...the grey hump rose to the surface.
The Tail Fin flipped up..... and down in a vicious yet graceful whiplash.
And she disappeared.

The crazy clicking of the camera. the shutter buzzing and the zoom focusing, all happened in a blur.
Did the image get captured? Was it a blur? Was it sharp?

When one saw the result where the fin poised itself starkly against the shimmering sea one realised that whale watching in many ways makes you learn and realise so much in life.

The importance of being patient.
Of being ever ready.
Of being quick.
Of being grateful.
Thank you for the learnings dear mammal….sometimes teaching us more than human beings can.

And all this happened on Teacher's Day so even more poignant.

Here's another angle: https://www.instagram.com/p/BnWMqBSlmH_/?taken-by=navrozedhondy

Friday, 23 September 2016


Welcome to No: 10 UPPING STREET.

John and Angela hailed their cab from outside their hotel in Central Delhi.

“7 Lok Nayak Marg, please” said John, in his clipped London accent.

Dharamveer Singh, in his blue bush-shirt and thick glasses, swung around, looked at the two occupants in the backseat, and guffawed “ Whaat Sir? I don’t know where you want to go”

Now Angela got a little upset. Not so much with Garam Dharam, but with John.

“ Johnny, what is this man saying? We have an appointment with the Prime Minister of India…… and he doesn’t know where to take us…..we will be awwwwfully late!......do you have google maps .......driver?”

Suddenly Dharamveer Singh, swung around again, and said , “ Ohhhh Maidummm, you mean 7 Race Course Road? …….. Where the Indian prime Minister lives?”

Now , now , how can we go and meet the Indian PM at a place that has a name which is totally against Indian culture?

Race Course?

Ohhhhh….. Tauba…. Tauba,…..Gambling? And all that?  Such sin attached to such a place that actually houses the most powerful man in India?

No way, banish this bloody stupid name from the past. It doesn’t match with Indian ethos and value systems, and quickly bring in “Lok Nayak Marg” said the minds that matter. 

Of course Indians never gambled, laid bets on horses, camels , bull fights and kabaddi…….no way, we are the saints of this world, and it was the “devils” that came along and corrupted us, and to beat it all, they also left their signatures around with blasphemous names like Race Course Road…… Down with it….DOWN….!

DOWN?

Now isn’t DOWN such a negative word? The opposite of UP?
“ John, we must get back to London, and speak with the Queen…… the Indian’s have opened our eyes….”

John, surprised, bemused, perplexed, looked at Angela, and said “.....and what do we tell the Queen, maah deaah?”

“ We the British people must also change the name of the Prime Minister’s residence…… No more DOWNING STREET………. Let’s rename it , it is in fashion all over India”

…..and welcome everyone to No: 10, UPPING STREET?” said John.

 Navroze D Dhondy, Founder & Managing Director- Creatigies Communications , loves snapping on anything and everything, from sports, to politics, to business, to travel, to poetry, to photography.




Tuesday, 15 March 2016


An Open letter to Ram Madhvani: Director – NEERJA

Dear Ram,

The year was 1994.
We could hear your trademark laugh before you entered the conference room.
No mobiles in those days. No emails. No whatsapp.
Yet bang on time you walked in, straight from the airport in to the HTA Delhi (now JWT) conference room for a PPM. (for the uninitiated, it’s the most important thing to do before making a film…the Pre- production meeting).

The pleasantries over (rather quickly) you waded straight into the script that had been sent to you.

You sat there, you paced the floor, and you detailed each frame, discussing the nuances, with Naveen, Ajoy, Nitin and me.
The understanding of each look.
The tweaking of dialogues that Shahrukh Khan had to mouth.
The emphasis on the tone and style of the music and SFX.
The finicky scribbles about each aspect of the set.

We argued. We drank copious cups of coffee. And we agreed to go ahead and make the now famous HERO PUCH – 2-IN-1 BIKE COMMERCIAL.
STARRING : SHAH RUKH KHAN.

Pankaj Munjal, was and is, the MD of Hero Motors, and the one who was extremely open to innovations and ideas.
He had loved the script we had presented, with Shah Rukh playing a double role. His biggest worry …  “Which ad film producer could do justice to such a tricky script”.
He hadn’t really heard of Ram Madhwani.

After the PPM at the HTA office was another round at the Hero Motors office in Nehru Place.
Ram your guffaws, and pointed notes, made everyone around very comfortable, and as a team we left the Hero office with the client believing that the agency had made the right choice, baby.

The film shot, the first cut was shown to Pankaj Munjal ( and family ).
There was a long silent pause, and then Pankaj began to clap. Everyone around joined in. The applause was resounding. 
It was one of the rarest of rare cases. Where there was not even a minor change was suggested by the client. 

And within a few days the HERO PUCH 2-in-1 ad hit the TV screens on Doordarshan, and some other handpicked channels. 

But then everything wasn’t as hunky-dory as this sounds.
During the shoot our over enthusiastic Client servicing executive Nitin, must have rubbed you up the wrong way.
He may have said or done something really crazy to have riled the calm-Ram, as in the mail I receive a letter from you, mentioning Nitin as ‘persona non grata’.
Strong words and something that shook me.

I called Nitin, got the low down on what happened and called Ram on his direct number. (Remember there were no mobiles then). Ram answered the call, spoke like a thorough gentleman, very calm, composed, and of course lacing the conversation with his shrill laughs.

When you came to present the film, you put your arm around Nitin and said, “how’s my persona-non-grata? And just laughed it off.
All’s fair in Love and War, especially on the sets of an ad film, where tempers are frayed, and deadlines killing.

When I walked into the PVR cinema last night, with my wife and daughter accompanying me, I was nervous.
Strangely nervous, as this was a film made by a friend.
But then knowing you Ram, I shouldn’t have had much to worry about.

The typical “Ram-detailing” drove me crazy with pleasure while the storyline, camerawork, angles, and the direction was gripping and nerve-wracking at times.

The mid-80s was depicted by you to near perfection.
I loved the 2-in-1 music system that Sonam puts on to start singing.
The Sonydyne type Speaker nestled on table at the Bahnot’s home.
The typical adjustable wooden cabinet cum showcase for the simple artifacts at most middle-class Bombay flats.
The FIAT parked in the Society complex.
The HT Bombay office, which I could almost smell.
The typewriter and the Telex machine ( long gone )
The auto rickshaw with the karachi number plate in the by-lanes of Karachi.
The sign boards in the neighbourhood.
The plane’s graphics, seating, and even the emergency exit instruction card.
Even the hairstyle of Neerja’s brother, took me back instantly to 1986.

The fact you got Sonam to play such a powerful role (and that too a biopic) with amazing ease, and match the wonderful histrionics of Shabana.
To introduce a new face of terror ( may be the new Gabbar) Khaleel, and get a stage actor like Jim Sarbh to literally don the skin of the Palestinian terrorist, that many in the audience last night thought he was an “import” from the Middle East , especially brought in to play this role. 

But the connection doesn’t end there.
The radio engineer who lost his life in the hijacking was Meherji Kharas. My wife Nilufer’s cousin. He worked for Pan Am.  He was not supposed to be on duty that day, but stepped in for another colleague, not realizing it would be the last time he would board a plane. The headlines the next day carried the news, and his name in the list threw us all in silent grief.

Ram. The advertising industry has been the nursery for many a talent that has moved from the small screen to Bollywood, and you have added another jewel to its crown.

At Lords they would have clapped gently and said, “Well played, Ole Chap!”, but I think this deserves a raucous, loud, scream.  “Brilliant stuff …..champ”. A chorus that should ring out across the country, saluting Neerja for her bravery, and saluting you for being brave to attempt such a difficult film, and do amazing justice to it.

The first is the toughest. Now the rest will flow more easy.

Cheers
Navroze

Navroze D Dhondy – Founder and Managing Director – Creatigies Communications , was Vice President at HTA( JWT) Delhi when Ram and the HTA team worked closely on the Hero Puch campaign. 

Friday, 18 October 2013

Sachin Tendulkar : From Super Kid ....to Super Star

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Let me share with you a little story.
The advertising agency was invited to a ‘research presentation ‘ by one of India’s leading research companies, to evaluate whether the brand should continue with Sachin as a brand ambassador or not. The Research agency, after a few hundred slides recommended: “ DROP SACHIN” .
Drop Sachin Tendulkar ? Even the BCCI and the Selection Committee thinks a million times before that buddy.
The marketing team at the client’s end almost totally agreed with the research report, and Sachin was on his way to being caught out of his crease. Stumped.
And so was I. Stumped.

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Monday, 7 October 2013

Miss Vice ......Oh how so nice....!

Miss VICE …….. oh how so nice……!
Thank you Purva Rana……. You helped me purge all the VICE I’ve been collecting over the decades.
Many many moons ago we just had our first brush with Vice.
The rather stern VICE – Principal of the school, who, cane in hand, would look for any excuse to get the Malacca sting some butts.
Then of course was the Vice Captain of the School, and the Vice Captain of various Houses, GOLD, Blue, Green and Red. Each one wanting to be Captain and in his own secret way hoping to replace the lil-brat on top.
Vice President of the Country , was an even more rubbery-rubber stamp, than the HIGH Office that handed him / her the right to tag the title , like school monitors with steel badges pinned on their chests.
Of course the Armed Forces gave us their version of Vice, with Vice Admiral, Vice Chief of the Army, and Vice Chief of the Air Force. Thank God we have been spared the VICE – General, as that oxymoron would have just been the last thing anyone in the army would have liked.  
But the Vice Chief Executive actually existed at Lintas in the 80s, when a spunky, short, Sardar , strode down the corridors of the agency ensuring that ‘vice’ remained behind the closed doors of the Boss, and didn’t permeate any other levels.
Just a few days ago, beauty became a Vice.
Poorva Rana,  was declared as the winner….. oooooops not the Winner, but the No: 2: and the headlines across newspapers screamed :     Miss VICE Queen Poorva Rana’s Crowning Moment. 
What happened to good ole Runner-Up? Or 1st Runner-Up?
MISS VICE QUEEN…?  Now would you really liked to be introduced on stage when a long citation ends with such a Vice? And you are all ready to shake hands with Obama or hand over a prize to a young achiever at a school, who wonders how VICE could get you so far?
Stop it stop it stop it.
Vice has its place, and should be kept in place. MISS VICE Queen just didn’t go down too well with any or many when pretty little ladies are labeled that way…..even the popular book, ‘The Book of Vice                 ( Very Naughty Things and how to do them ) would cringe to make any such suggestion.  The rather infamous Marquis De Sade, had his own sadistic take on Vice, “In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man ( or woman)”
But Liz Taylor summed it up rather well : “ The problem with people who have no VICES is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues”

Monday, 16 September 2013

Weekend ...... or .....WEAKEND?


Weekend…or……. Weakend?

Aaaaahhhhh ….the Friday evening comes strolling in and the Saturday – Sunday loom large.
The most amazing part of the week is around the corner, and the weekenders lick their chops at the prospect….
But wait.
Is the weekend the same for a man and a woman?
Is there really no difference?
Is there any expectation? (even if nicely veiled and garbed)
So I just went about asking a few friends what their ideal weekend was:
And there was hardly any goading required, as the ladies just let it flow.  Any holding back?
Naaaah! They knew exactly what their ideal weekend should be and no arguments about that. 

So without much ado lets list the things that make a woman’s weekend ideal:

·         Shopping …… shopping ….shopping
·         A movie …..or a play
·         Get the electrician so the hubby at home can get the fixtures fixed
·         Get the carpenter so the hubby at home can get the repairs done
·         Get the plumber so that the hubby at home can get the leak plugged. 

·         Shopping 

·         Get the hubby to get the AC serviced
·         Get the hubby to get the plants for the garden
·         Get the hubby to get the car out and make sure all the groceries are in ( and make sure he carries those lovely overloaded bags all the way to and fro!)

·         Shopping

·         Get hubby to sit with the kids and do their homework
·         While hubby looks after the kids, get to the favourite Spa
·         Get the long list of restaurants to choose from to finalise where the weekend dinner would be
·         Select the Restaurant
·         Change the selection
·         Choose again
·         Choose the route to the restaurant, ideally with a ‘shop-stop’ on the way.

·         Shopping

·         A great meal at a place I always wanted to go to
·         A nice book to tuck into bed with
·         A foot or back massage by the help, the kids, or the hubby

Now over the male species…….the one that roars more than he bites!

·         Wake up late
·         If possible stay in the same clothes all day, the same crumpled shorts and Tee
·         Beer
·         If allowed, play an extra-long game of golf
·         Beer
·         Lunch
·         Sleep
·         Beer with friends
·         Sleep

Simple.!
Now the weekends do overlap …don’t they? Happy marriages are made over the weekend of compromise! I know my lady-friends will be out on the street with their knives, guns, and bazookas, but so what! They are far more sporting than the buggers in their shorts, sweaty vests, and bulging mid-riffs. They all feel they have balanced it well….what? a beer can on the right thigh?

But guess what? Some people hate weekends. Yes, they really, surely do!!!!! 

They feel that weekends make life topsy – turvy! Tun their lives upside down…..As weekends keep them away from work! (must not be working a single day of their lives if they love it so much) …… Aaaaah , now here’s the tricky one…..from people they would like to be with all the time. 

Happy weekend folks. Just make sure it doesn’t turn into a WEAK-END!

Friday, 13 September 2013

FT13


FT13

friggatriskaidekaphobia 

Can anyone say this very fast, five times in a row, without getting their undies in a twist and their tongues cursing the cruel mind?
And what the hell is that? 
Guess what ……. It is simply called fear of Friday the 13th (named after Frigga, the goddess who gave her name to Friday).
And Guess what again?  Today is Friday the 13th…..!  The day I chose to start CrocodileDhondy.
Strange but true that every year has at least one FT13, and the maximum any year ever had was three. Three times a year shivering as the sun rises, some just refuse to step out of bed, some refuse to light the gas stove ( for all you know it may go booooom) and some refuse to step out of their homes to go to work, or just for a bit of grocery shopping…. Let the darn family starve a bit, one day of no sausages and cheese won’t make them skinny will it?

Even funnier is the way the French look at it. In Paris, you can hire a quatorzieme, or a professional 14th guest, just so that you can remove the so-called bad luck brought by the number 13 as well as Friday the 13th.

But Friday the 13th may not be as unlucky as people think. Strangely a Dutch study in 2008 showed that fewer car accidents, fires and crimes occur on the such “ scary” days. Most likely that superstitious, would-be victims, make an effort to stay out of harm's way.  Shucks, just realised I’ve been stuck to my desk most of the day, and possibly saved some others from a loony driver on the road!

Even the stock market laughs it off, and according to CNBC, the US market has been up 80 times over the past 140 occasions when the 13th of a month landed on a Friday. Now how many shares did we buy today folks?

But we do love to paint all this nice and black don’t we?
Damn, Death and 13….. aaaah!  The best way to scare someone and turn them white! The DEAD-ly associations with the number 13 are the facts that there are 13 stairs leading to the gallows…. the blade of a guillotine falls from a height of 13 feet ……..and the noose used by a hangman has 13 knots.

While in the West mourns the number 13 and considers it unlucky for many people, this is not the case among many Chinese.  Simple maths the Chinese apply: The digit 1 when it is in the position of tens sounds like the word ‘definite’ (shi or ) in Mandarin and dialects such as Cantonese; while the digit 3 sounds like life, living or birth (). As a result, 13, which is pronounced as shisan in Mandarin, can mean ‘definitely vibrant’. 
I am not Nav-Loze Lee , and I haven’t done my Masters in the Chinese language from JNU. This came straight off some quick googling that helped get the fright outta me! 
So many buildings just make the 13th floor disappear….so from the 12th to the 14th, you actually tread on thin air…airports have no Gate 13, trains have no compartment 13, and hotels don’t have rooms with the number 13…..! Are we really so obsessed with this number. 
Well the Italians seems to have managed it very simply….just change the bloody date : according to popular Italian culture, Friday the 17th—not the 13th—is considered a day of bad luck. in more ways than one the  Italians generally consider 13 to be a lucky number.
Well my Dad and Uncle were both born on the 13th, so I’m not complaining, am i?
FT13: Sit back, pour a drink, and enjoy.