Public Relations: At a party, you see a gorgeous girl. You get up n straighten your tie; you walk up to her, pour her a drink. You open the door for her,offer her a ride, and then say,"By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?"
Advertising: You're at a party with a bunch of friends and you see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her, points at you and says, "He's rich. Marry him."
Journalism: As you join the party, you see PR and Advertising quarrelling over the prettiest girl there. You swing by, give her the look, throw her a line (or your byline -- you're a journalist, after all!). And she says, "Marry me."
- Ramesh Prabhu Okay, okay, this is how it REALLY played out:
Scene: Biology lab, Bhavan's College, Bombay, 1978
Girl (looking through microscope at earthworm specimen and talking to herself not knowing that smart young man sidling up to her has devious plan in mind): "I wonder what this thingy is?"
Smart young man: "It's an earthworm, Chandrika."
Girl, astonished and supremely pleased that smart young stranger knows her name already: "Marry me."