Unish 20

What are you doing here?

Good Morning

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

19-20 by Mizanur Rahman Aryan

Let's get to it, boss!

What do you mean? Where the hell is Apu?

He must be stuck in traffic. Let's start without him

We have a presentation in 10 minutes. And you're saying he's not here yet.

He worked all night working on the presentation.

He will be here any minute. Let's just go.

How long would you keep saving his ass, dude?

Don't be daft, boss.

Trust me, the presentation is ready. You'll see when he gets here.

When I get back to the office later, I'd fetch his attendance.

He must be punished!

He can't just work for an agency with such a casual approach.

I know, boss.

There he is. What time is it?

Damn! I am busted!

Why are you wearing a helmet?

Oh! Hell!

I had it to.. protect myself

What do you need protection from?

Last night, I had a dream that..

you threw a coffee mug towards me!

Dreams right before the dawn usually come true, So..

That means you had a good night's sleep.

Are you kidding? Last night we had Barca facing Real.

Oh I get it. You're off due to Barca's defeat? Why do you back a team like Barca anyway?

Then when did you have time to work on the presentation?

Presentation?

You know, that..

..presentation we worked on yesterday?

Oh that one! -Hand it over to me.

That's inside a pen drive.

Ok. Hand me the pen drive!

The pen drive..

..is attached to the key to my bike downstairs.

You know Tagore?

Hm

Do you know how he became one of the greats?

Through his powerful ancestry.

Through discipline, Apu. Discipline.

Creative minds can't run without discipline.

The pitch is in 5 minutes.

Get to the board room and set up everything immediately.

I'll have a word with Mr. Shahriar. Then I'll join you. Cool?

Thanks for saving my lousy ass one more time, brother.

What do we do about the presentation now?

Salam, Mr. Shahriar

-Nice! How're you doing?

Done. You can have a share of my lovers.

Yeah right! Keep your lovers to yourself.

There's a Warfaze gig coming up. You are my date.

Of course, we're brothers, remember?

Himel -Yes boss?

Make sure he doesn't mess this up.

-Don't worry, boss. I got this. -We better not lose this client.

See. he is fooling around with his phone.

Remember I told you? It's just a casual relationship. You don't seem to be serious about our relationship.

I'm not going into a committed relationship.

Good Morning. Hey! How're you guys doing?

We're good.

Thank you very much for coming. -Thank you

Sorry for the delay. You know, the traffic in these peak hours?

No. That's ok.

The concept will be presented by Mr. Apu, our senior copywriter.

Apu? -Hu?

You live in a flat.

You notice domestic violence

at your next door.

What we usually see in a marital relationship.

Every day you hear the husband..

.. beating up his wife like an animal.

You are also well aware of their little kid,

who doesn't know anything about this world yet,

utterly unaware of his parents' problems.

But he is being brought up in that shithole.

What do we do? We do nothing.

We blindside these issues cz that would be an invasion of their privacy.

Every day these things happen around us

that we prefer to blindside all the way. We see with our eyes closed.

We hear, but we act deaf.

Basically, our subconscious sleepwalks through our lives.

So from the social responsibility standpoint, our slogan will be

"Don't sleepwalk through your life."

In his 4Ps of marketing, Philip Kotler said that

a brand has to be more vocal about social surroundings.

They have to take more responsibility.

They can not stay silent.

Let's come to what we're selling.

Coffee.

Coffee energizes. Coffee rejuvenates.

From that perspective, the brand proposition can be

"Wake up. Wake them up"

Our motto is to raise awareness. To speak up.

To raise your voice.

Let's not be silent no more.

Let's talk things out.

We have to tell them..

Don't let your subconscious sleepwalk anymore.

It's time you better walk up. and awaken your surroundings.

It's not bad.

What do you think, Sheela?

Crock of shit!

Pardon?

It means the person coming up with this idea needs to learn the basics of Brand Marketing.

Hey! Come closer!

Do I have horns on head?

What about a tail? -I can't see any.

Then why does this lady think I'm a bull without a brain?

How the hell do we know? Why do we care?

No. Listen. The problem is-- Apu! Stop.

We prepared it according to what we were briefed.

Now when we're pitching the idea, they are-

My team gave you a clear briefing.

So is what we pitched.

-Apu! -That's what you think!

You think so too!

Take a moment to think about it this way, brother.

I mean... did you see it?

Boss?

Where the hell is Apu? Why isn't he taking my call?

And where are you guys? -We're just hanging out, Boss..

Is he there with you, now?

Yes Boss he is.

I'd love to take a look at how you guys are getting promotions this time around.

Ok Boss.

I'm your Boss, that's right!

Now put Apu on the phone!

Mr. Naushad

Boss, Apu left for mens just a while ago!

Dude, it's a matter of my career..

That old hag threatened you with promotion and shit, huh?

He can shove it up--

I'm also getting married, bra..

My friend..

There is plenty of fishes in the water, but there is only one Apu, mind it.

Finish it!

Spoil your lungs with the butt.

Black Coffee.. Hmm..

So that's what it is about.

And What is that?

As always..

Why someone is so bitter.

It just reminded me of one of my aunts.

She got bit by a snake, you know?

Poor snake...

..died there and then.

Aunt was a Black Coffee person too.

Are you here to pick a fight or something?

Oh, not at all!

I'm here to forgive you.

Sorry?

I usually get batshit crazy when someone questions my creativity.

But I forgive you. -Oh!

And what did I do to deserve such privilege?

The woman who wears a small tinsel on her forehead

..should always be forgiven.

You're too late

I am no more a teenage girl to get convinced by flirtations.

I see. -You know my name, right?

Sheela?

Do you know it's meaning?

Some kind of stone..?

I bet you got it now.

How stubborn I can be!

This stone-cold woman..

..is not easy to melt.

So.. go back to the office.

Bring something new.

Or else we've to go somewhere else.

Where else would you-

"Our first meeting was like in those poems...

I was stranded like a fragmented sentence...

right next to a semicolon."

The poet was still looking for words..

In frustration, one by one..

Putting them in his notebook

I am also reading, in awe

And then you arrive, as a word shining like a full moon

Words started falling into places.

The sentences came together.

And in this way, within the poem,

as two words meant for each other wrote our stories.

So Mr. Poet?

Why are you so pissed?

Do you know when that happens?

When you're judged by girls upside down

That's what pisses you off most.

So who had the privilege to sentence you to death?

Ugh!

Don't ask!

It literally felt like a stone..

was thrown at my face.

No shit! Did you get hurt or something?