Minnie Menon: I only
met her in 1994 and thankfully never since. She was my boss of three months at
Artig Advertising and those memories are still fresh in the mind.
Minnie looked groomed and though in
sarees, you can make out that there was a lot of fashion element and
painstaking effort in her make-up. Her hair was a schoolboy cut though it
bounced enough in the front as she walked. Minnie was Caucasian fair in
complexion, a long face, long nose, eyes bunched close together and the cheeks
compressed to resemble a horse’s head. You can spot a light layer of make-up
and an international perfume around her. Minnie dressed to expose a bit of
cleavage and her footwear were those fancy leather slip-ons that come with high
heals.
Minnie
was a terror at work and her tantrums a folklore in Madras Advertising circles.
Artig is a second agency of O &M and they really wanted it to be like
Contract to JWT. But this agency never took root and we were saddled with very
small and insignificant brands. Minnie was married to Mohan Menon, a lifelong O
& M executive and he headed their Chennai operations. With that connection,
for Minnie the top honchos of Ogilvy were just family friends.
The office was in Egmore and the driver
came in to drop to lunch box at the madam trailed behind. Even at the sight,
the office went silent not knowing when the firecrackers would burst. She
shouted to hysteria for little of no reason at all. First there was not much
work to do but this woman’s antics had us all on our toes. She had a penchant
for western names in the office; Chandrasekar became “Clint” and “Harish”
became “Harry” and that even gave the agency a lot of style!!! I had given my
name as “A S Narayanan” here and even now my ears scorch with her shrill calls
so much that never again did I introduce myself to that abridged name to
anyone. “Sathyanarayanan” would have surely become ‘Sam” here.
Minnie was a party animal and knew how to
hold her drink or dance on the floor. I still remember this 40 year old in
“tights’ in body hugging clothes and dance to even nursery rhymes like a
rabbit; making faces while circling the partner. Even if she was in such mood,
people kept far away and guarded. She would explode anytime. (BTW, why do I get
such psychos as my boss all the time?). But she was gifted with a typical Mallu
gene; she knew where her anger could work or who would take it. In front of
O&M honchos she would be all saccharine. Minnie knew which way the winds
blew and aligned her sails to her best advantage. There was no class about her
at all except thrusting herself in limelight.
These days I see her pictures in page 3
and she is a socialite almost on the scale of Pameshwar Godrej. Her
daughter is Lolo, famous for Mallu gags on television. She is on board of a
management school, hops of from parties to parties, has a column in Indian
Express, and part of the Chennai glitterati. Not bad for a Mallu in a Tamil
land. Not all those fancy dresses and foreign perfume and trinkets ever added
an ounce of class and grace though.
Verdict: Rajas
Lesson
to be learnt: Just keep away and no benefit will accrue from such a character
except a headache and suffer her bloated ego.
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