![]() Passion, teamwork, sacrifices, winning and losing.Īnd just when you put up your feet on the table, comfortable with the trot of his tales, he tells you about how his father wanted a table to be constructed and how that was fodder for Fevicol. Wheels within wheels, you think. Bowling you over with the lessons it taught him. There he takes off his wicket keeping gloves and takes the ball. Just like a fine captain would to let the player on the other end complete his century. That he has blatantly stolen some of his greatest lines from moments with Nita, his wife. That the Creative Department that he was weaned on lived at home. ![]() That he was born with a Creative Director: his mother (Ogilvy and Mater?). A brightly lit cave called life.Īnd then, like the fine wicket keeper that he was, he stumps you with the words: “ Amma, chai pakayi kya?” He quickly explains the phrase you inch back into the crease and the rest of your innings starts.Īt this early stage in the game, Piyush declares. In the very first page of his book, Pandeymonium, Piyush breaks into a song. And typically, it is a song that is mined from the deep and rich recesses of his memories. ![]()
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