An
Announcement
An
excerpt from the draft copy of my e-book on ideas for social media marketing
I am coming out with another e-book
shortly. This one is about ideas that are week by week video recordings for 36
odd weeks of a fictitious brand for a non-fictitious company, ITC. This excerpt has been taken from somewhere in
the middle.
Enjoy…!
…
Week
31:
It
is morning and daddy is going out. Baby wants to go too. Mummy is forcing some milk
which I don’t want. Daddy’s on his scooter/car. Wait, I cry. I want to go too.
Mummy says first milk, then the ride. Darn. Have to finish it first. I eat. And
then wheeeeee! What a ride. I’m on mummy’s arms now. Daddy is saying bye. But I
want to go too again. I cry. Daddy laughs, so does mummy. Daddy kisses me and
scoots. Mummy gives me a tight hug and says something about a ride tomorrow. I
wail. I want the ride now. Mummy gives me a Nutramil. I love Nutramil!
Week
32:
I’m crying and they are not listening.
They are scrubbing me all over and saying something like it’s getting late. I’m
all dressed up now and daddy is combing my hair. I’m crying now but they are
just shushing me. They are dressed up and look busy. When are they going to give
me my Nutramil? Mummy just said she forgot to give me my bottle. Daddy said oh
hell he forgot too. They are both in the kitchen. Now they are coming towards
me. They are both coochicooing me. I see my Nutramil. I gurgle with delight...
Week
33:
[Picture of a man and pregnant wife.]
They talk lovingly and then rustle up
something to eat. And then she drinks Nutramil.
[Inside the womb, the baby talks...]
Yes, I can hear you, daddy talking so lovingly
to mommy. Enough of that. I’m hungry. Where’s my portion of Nutramil? It’s past
sleeping time, don’t you know? Ah, here it is. Glug, glug, glug... divine...I’m
a Nutramil baby... z... z..... z....
Week
34:
Last night I dreamed of Nutramil. That was the
best thing that could have happened to me. [Baby opens his eyes]. Why are the
windows open? OMG! I’m squinting. And
why in the world are the two grinning from ear to ear looking at me? Can a baby
survive on love and fresh air? I want my milk! Can someone tell them? I want my
Nutramil!
[Baby starts howling and the mother gives her
a bottle of milk which she starts drinking. All is well and quiet now.]
Week
35:
Baby is crying. The first- time mother wonders
why.
She
rocks the child.
Pointless.
Sings a song?
Not
right.
Checks the diaper?
No
problem, there too.
Gives her Nutramil?
Bliss.
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