EtcEtc : Mandira Bedi - social worker extraordinaire
I was amused to read a reader write to Mid-Day, yesterday, of his predicament while going to work everyday. It seems on some flyover in his daily commute, right at the end of a steep climb, is a life size hoarding of Mandira Bedi in noodle straps and ample cleavage, (just about) covering ample mammary material, crooning "Call me". The reader complained that he routinely finds unsuspecting bikers and car drivers negotiating the climb behaving "erratically" to this sudden onslaught from Ms. Bedi. However, he also notes that these days he actively looks forward to going to office every morning. I really do think that its high time we recognize the yeomans service Ms.Bedi's mammaries are performing to the cause of the Indian salaryman ( or rather every man). Maybe a 'PadmaMammary' or some such award, huh?A few years back, Brazilians commuters were placed in a similar conundrum by a particularly comely model, who bared all (well,almost) resulting in not less than 3 drivers sacrificing their lives in accidents, in what must be a very happy death. The bill board was finally taken off in the interest of public safety.
Pity, I say. You can skip to the end and leave a response.
