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Maruti Suzuki Zen Estilo

I am back to crib about another advertisement. This time one on the radio. I wonder if you have heard that cheeky ad in which a family friend calls on the landline number of a friend couple. Their child who sounds anywhere from 8-11 picks up the phone. I don't remember the exact words but the conversation goes something like:

Adult: Hello
Child: Hello

Adult: Beta, papa ghar par hain?
Child(mimicking the adult): Beta, papa ghar par hain?

Adult: Kya?
Child: Kya?

Adult(getting a bit worked up): Beta, mummy ya papa ghar par hain?
Child (in exactly the same tone): Beta, mummy ya papa ghar par hain?

Adult(gathering patience): Beta?
Child(in the same tone): Beta?

Adult (Angry) : Beta?
Child (mock-anger): Beta?

Tag line: "Looks like some one is still not back from their Zen Estilo test drive"

Now the Adult and the Child on the phone were really good actors. They conveyed a lot through their expressions. But other than that rest all is awful.

Child is awfully rude. Moreover, what were his parents thinking leaving such a rude child behind alone? What if he burns the house down in their absence. How irresponsible?

I wonder what irresponsible parents, rude children, and hapless callers have to do with Maruti Suzuki Zen Estilo. Interesting...


  1. Agree. Even the TV ad is pretty much same with people doing funny things. It took me a while to actually understand what they are trying to convey.


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