Archive for October, 2005

Credibility and advertising

charukesi October 13th, 2005

As I drive down to work every morning, I cross the bridge at Ghatkopar to get to the West side. On the dug up pavement I see people walking quickly with a purpose, a couple of cows seemingly without any purpose, and always a few children in the background, defecating as they squat and watch the passing traffic with interest.

On two ends of the short wall along the bridge are painted advertisements for English coaching classes. Expert from New York on one side and on the other is Hi Fi English Classes along with a painting of a man in a suit, whose face always reminds me of similar faces across the country on the doors of public toilets, saying Gentlemen / Purush (both these ads are written in English).

And I wonder every day about how many and what kind of people even see these ads. And believe them. And intuitively I know the answer- a lot of people see them and believe them - they see English as a necessary tool for social mobility.

In advertising research, apart from testing for factors like comprehension (does the consumer understand the ad and the message), relevance (of the message to the consumer), enjoyability (does the ad create interest or boredom), we also test for credibility - do people believe what the ad is saying?

The ideal situation is when people do - atleast the target consumer group - usually because the message is not entirely unbelievable (given that this is advertising we are discussing here). There are times it is obvious (even to the ‘objective’ researcher or the casual viewer) that the ad is making tall claims. In which case, the consumer is understandably put off by the ad / brand.

Yet, there are also times when consumers do not seem to notice. Or care. What is called ‘willing suspension of disbelief’.

Because they want to desperately believe.

So, when is the consumer willing to cast aside scepticism and buy the message - and the product / brand? Take a look at this matrix - and imagine the “tall claims” scenario in all four quadrants.

Credibility in advertising

Low involvement : where the pay-offs for the consumer are not so significant, either at an emotional or functional level. Nor are the trade-offs or risk factors.

High involvement : as opposed to the earlier scenario, the consumer has a lot to gain or lose - the benefits sought are significant.

Humour : where the advertising is based on a light tone - either direct humour or even satire. Like this ad for Nerolac Paints)

Serious : the communication has a tone which intends to inform and convince.

Look now at the fourth quadrant - high involvement * serious tone of communication.

I immediately think of two business areas where we have been seeing the rise of tall claims, corresponding with an increase in demand for these, and therefore almost no questions about credibility of the claims from the consumers - beauty and education.

Quickly about the first - ranging from promises to find your prince charming - yes, the same man who ‘rejected’ you just six weeks ago when you skin was a few shades darker. To the new age man who is part of the “paradigm shift” (this phrase never fails to crack me up) from ‘dark and handsome’ to ‘fair and handsome’ - in the ad, men and women go from jeering to cheering within seconds (with the latter also lustily singing hi handsome to the tone of Pepsi’s Oye Bubbly). And creams which promise ‘glowing skin’ (which attracts your husband’s attention right back to you - why rove when the wife is so beautiful) to soaps which promise ‘younger looking skin’ (so young that women much younger than you are left feeling jealous).

So people desperately want to believe.

And the second - the education business. More depressing than the first. Going back to where I started this thought chain from - the English speaking courses that have sprouted across the country. Ads for which can be found not just on the Ghatkopar flyover but on walls across the city and the whole country. An ad for such a coaching centre in Dharavi (which has the ‘distinction’ of being the largest slum in Asia) proclaims, we don’t teach, we mould. While another says change your life in thrity days. For thousands of people in India, English = a way out. A better life.

So people desperately want to believe.

The countless private engineering and dental colleges found all over suburban and small town India. The coaching classes for IIT and CAT. And even for Class X and XII. Small and large MBA institutes offering degrees that are not worth even the paper the ads are written on.

Advertising for all of them promising jobs paying lakhs, trips abroad, international faculty, cottages by the seaside, real estate on the moon… Whatever.

Promising miracles. So people desperately want to believe.

Charles Revson, the founder of Revlon cosmetics said rightly ‘In the factory we make cosmetics; in the drugstore we sell hope’

Hope - that makes people desperately want to believe the promises made by the marketing companies, the MBA institutes, the beauty parlours, the coaching centres…

Some more thoughts : from the comments to this post. Apart from english language and “higher” education, computer training centres figure prominently in the education bit - open what is called thinnai pallikoodam (literally meaning school on the verandah) in Tamilnadu with two ancient computers, and become a millionaire in thirty days - or less…

And religion. High involvement. Tall claims. Zero accountability. Hope.

Health-care. As part of the larger “beauty” business or as a separate money spinner in itself. Overnight weight reduction to smile rectification to breast enlargement. And even a cure for AIDS?

Hatch your chickens and abuse bloggers

charukesi October 9th, 2005

Much has been happening in blogland - Gaurav Sabnis gets a legal notice from IIPM about his post on the institutes’s tall claims - requesting him to either back of and apologize or else…

And Rashmi Bansal gets, to put it mildly, obscene comments on her blog. And what’s so strange about that? Because these comments seem to originate from people supporting the insitution that she had earlier published an incisive - needless to add, negative - report on. And they all lead back to newly created blogs with only one or two posts, usually dealing with the same theme - a supplementary website to their original one.

Strangely enough (or maybe not) none of the comments have anything good to say about IIPM. Instead, they all attack the writer - and if it is a woman, then it is even easier… Absue her in filty language and threaten her with physical violence.

All I can say is that these responses on their blogs speak more about the quality of the institution and its students than anything Rashmi or Gaurav might have to say. Having said this, I can actually sympathise with these students - how many times have you all spent loads of money on a coveted product promising the sun and the moon and a few stars, and then found that all you have got is some mud. Post purchase dissonance. And when someone else points out to you what a fool you have been, and that a false marketer with a ponytail and a flop movie behind him is just as bad as any other, then you are bound to direct your anger towards those who pointed it out to you - considering the money has already been spent and the dream seller has moved on to his next big thing in life.

Please keep this issue alive and lend your support to Rashmi and Gaurav. Other bloggers who have already written about this : Harini, Kaps, Anshul, Press Talk, Walk with me, desipundit, The arbit council, Patrix

Update : There is one comment - actually two from the same er, person - on Rashmi’s blog that is worth a dekko. This person is doing a PhD, has done a PhD, will do a PhD, is teaching PhD students - whatever, it doesn’t muter (no typo this) - at Haas UCLA. Uh, where? Harini just googled for Haas and came up with Haas Associates - A resume writing service specializing in resume writing for the IT industry.

But more importantly, this person is proud of his alu mutter. He says it not once but several times in his comments. I quote, I’m proud of my alum mater, and where it has reached, without governemnt subsidies or interference. He also accuses Outlook editor Sandeepan Deb of writing a book on alu mutter. Sanjeev Kapoor has stiff competition.

Another Update : I found this recent post of mine on MBA institutes - where I have written And while on this, I was searching in Fabmall for some books and I noticed that Arindam Chaudhuri’s book Count Your Chickens Before They Hatch is to be found under the Humorous Section. Go check it out. Fabmall has my vote for best ecommerce site of the decade or some such thing.

Further updates as on October 12: Three days after the ugly controversy first reared its head on the blogosphere, over a hundred blogs have linked to it. Fake IIPM blogs have disappeared and other equaly fake IIPM blogs have appeared. The rants and threats from IIPM “students” have gone from bad to worse.

Legal notices are flying fast and furious across the blogosphere with Varna receiving one from the “legal cell” of IIPM.

Hindustan Times coves the story in its third page today. Mumbai Mirror mentions this in their bloggers’ park corner. And hopefully, other newspapers and TV channels will carry this soon. A no-words-minced post from Harini here on this.

Gaurav’s professor from IIML calls the IIPM bluff. No words minced here either.

For detailed updates, head to the fantastic desipundit.

Of nine nights

charukesi October 5th, 2005

Navaratri is here. The festival of nine nights. And ten days. This used to be one of my favourite festivals as a child. And still is - Vibrant Gujarat and Disco Dandiyas notwithstanding. Not to forget the latest noise ban.

When did the kolu magic fade for me..?

As a child, Navaratri meant ten days of sheer joy. Unpacking the dolls and idols from trunks stored in the loft, arranging and decorating the kolu. What can we do differently this year (the main kolu was the same series of steps with dolls arranged on them by the corner of the room was the ’special effects’ area - the child-friendly space)… A cricket field now. A marriage scene then. Setting up a fountain. Amateurish efforts at livening up the traaditional kolu.

The endless stream of visitors, pattu pavadai and sundal and sweets. And visiting all houses in the neighborhood. And those of relatives and friends. And that fleeting feeling of smugness - our house kolu is so much prettier - before it is suppressed by more nobler thoughts.

And just waiting to be asked to sing. And breaking into song without a hint of self-consciousness… All those days of paatu class finally paying off…

Where did that innocence vanish?

Culminating in the Saraswati Puja; honouring books and art and instruments. Good, please let me do well in my exams this year. Followed by the last Dashami day, the best time of the year to start all things new…

As an adult, Navaratri to me no longer means the same…. the kolu and the puja are distant memories, carefully stored away in memory, unlocked to be admired with nostalgia every year. I still love the festival however, having come to appreciate the spirit and the meaning behind the traditions.

To me now Navaratri signifies much more.. it is the one time when the entire country wakes up to an unabashed celebration of womanhood…. the woman as Shakti, the power, the creator and the destroyer… The story behind this is well-known : the demon Mahisha seeking invincibility, obtained the boon from Brahma that he die only at the hands of a woman. Mahisha must have been a smug asura indeed for he believed that he has insured himself against mortality through this boon. for how can a ‘mere woman’ fight the mighty Mahisha?

In order to annihilate this terrible asura was Devi created…. personifying all the qualities of the gods and goddesses. R. K. Narayan in his Gods, Demons and Others describes her thus : they prayed intensely to the Highest Source for help; and Grace descended in the form of emanations from the face of each God : from Brahma’s face a blood-red one, from Shiva’s a dazzling whiteness, from Vishnu’s a dark one. All these combined to form an effulgent female personality, the three colours sparkling as through as prism….

Devi destroyed Mahisha and came to be known as Mahishasuramardhini. durga_DH06_l (from here)

And it is in reverence of this Shakti that Navaratri is celebrated. Devi is in fact considered the embodiment of three powers : iccha shakti (desire), kriya shakti (action), gyana shakti (wisdom). In this tradition, in the South, Navaratri is divided into three parts, each of three nights; the first of the triad is reserved for Lakshmi (wealth), followed by Parvati (courage) and lastly, Saraswati (learning)….

All these associations and memories. And this morning, reading about girls and women spending thousands of rupees on beauty treatments - including back polishing (that woke me up)… And dating services offered by the smart organizers of the community dandiyas, always on the look-out for a business opportunity…

Sigh! Some things will never be the same again…

Just a thought to end : this is the country with one of the lowest sex ratios in the world, where the girl child is unwanted and abused, where the dowry system exhibits itself in the most horrific manner, where the woman is still a second class citizen in many parts….. Where woman is worshipped as Shakti…. the greatest power.

Life is a beach

charukesi October 3rd, 2005

A different sunset each evening. And a different sunrise each morning too - if one is enthusiastic enough to wake up that early - after spending most of the night under a million stars. Make that a few million. Alright, maybe that is an exaggertaion. Blame it on the cool sands and the clear sky.

Four days on the road. My birthday on the third. A newish car. The mango season. MTDC hotels right on the sands. Home made amla juice and sol kadhi. And a surprise around every corner.

And all those road signs to keep away the boredom. And all those beaches to melt away the weariness.

There is a program on Discovery Travel and Living called Top Secret beaches - this is about some of my own. Discovered on the way to our almost holiday in Goa this April. Almost because Goa is where we set out for. And never reached. Because of these fabulous stops on the way.

First Harihareshwar. With the temple by the sea. The peaceful cove by the resort.

Harihareshwar - quiet cove

The speed boat owners tempting you to take a ride. The home cooked gharghuti Konkan food. All all these dogs on the beach early in the morning.

Harihareshwar - just before sunset Harihareshwar - sunrise

Then Ganpatiphule - the sand dunes of Ganpati. The tantalising and breath-taking glimpses of the sea in the distance even as you turn the curves on the hills just before hitting the town…

Ganpatiphule - seaview from the top

The kitschy colored mouse in front of the temple. And all the devotees looking sneakily and longingly at the inviting waters even while praying to the elephant god inside. The beach crowded just around the temple area but very quiet as you walk away to find your own space…

Ganpatiphule - sunset

And Ratnagiri on our way out the next morning - of delicious mangoes and the Burmese connection. The Thibaw palace. And spectacular views of the sea crashing against the rocks - from the ruined fort…

Ratnagiri - through rocks Tarkarli - a ride on the backwaters

Finally Tarkarli. Maharashtra tourism’s proud discovery - Tarkarli is fine sand, clear waters, lazing on hammocks. And at night, on the cool sands. First one star, then another, and then a few thousand more… And lots of seafood for those so inclined…

Tarkarli - sunrays filtering through the trees

And boat rides on the backwaters - coconut trees, enough blues and greens to compete with god’s own colours… and the backwaters leading to more private beaches….

Sindhudurg on the way back to Bombay. Narrow lanes. Fishing nets. And more fresh mango juice. And Chhatrapati Shivaji (for once his own name this, not renamed in his honor) - the floating citadel in the waters just a five minute boat ride from the jetty.

The last sunset of the trip not on the sea but on far off meandering Vashishti river. From our room at the unimaginatively (but aptly) name RiverView resort at Chiplun. With a complimentary head and body massage. And an evening at the Parashuram temple - and lipsmacking kanda poha and sol kadhi at one of the small ‘cafes’ lining the narrow steps leading down to the temple. And enough papad purchases to last us a year.

Chiplun - sunset on Vashishti river

And then back to Bombay. OUCH.

I hope my employer never sees this

charukesi October 3rd, 2005

Happy Monday Morning… A week into work, this is what I come across…

Dilbert rules!

(From here)

Working from home - and rather infrequently, my msn messenger handle was ‘Say NO to deadlines’. Time to change that now…? And this is a good reminder to put up the usual disclaimer on my blog - have done so.

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