Loud Whispers
So, me and a few friends are sitting at a bar in Chennai on Friday (Yup, we braved the floods to get a drink). And somehow or the other, the conversation shifted around to which bank I should use. (I might have brought it up myself).
When I told the others that I banked with ICICI, there were howls of protest. One friend called them motherf**(#$'s for de-activating his account, another said that their call center was clueless, yet another thought that their obsession with sending all decisions to Mumbai for approval was abysmal.
I then proceeded to repeat a comment I had heard about how ICICI was one of the banks most likely to fail (because of their aggressive loan-giving). We spent a good 20 minutes deriding ICICI.
Suddenly, we all noticed that the guys at the neighboring table had fallen silent and seemed to be listening to us. And one of my friends said to them "You guys work for ICICI don't you ?!" - And it was true ! They did ... Not for the bank though, but for ICICI Prudential Insurance.
And funnily enough, they agreed with most of our criticisms. This is the second time something like this has happened. The first time was on a train where I proceeded to tell my mother and grandmother about the owner of Nightingale Diaries (a hugely successful Sivakasi based printer) . I went on and on about how simple he was supposed to be, and how he only wore a simple dhoti etc ...
And some time later, a Dhoti-clad co-passenger introduced himself :-)
When I told the others that I banked with ICICI, there were howls of protest. One friend called them motherf**(#$'s for de-activating his account, another said that their call center was clueless, yet another thought that their obsession with sending all decisions to Mumbai for approval was abysmal.
I then proceeded to repeat a comment I had heard about how ICICI was one of the banks most likely to fail (because of their aggressive loan-giving). We spent a good 20 minutes deriding ICICI.
Suddenly, we all noticed that the guys at the neighboring table had fallen silent and seemed to be listening to us. And one of my friends said to them "You guys work for ICICI don't you ?!" - And it was true ! They did ... Not for the bank though, but for ICICI Prudential Insurance.
And funnily enough, they agreed with most of our criticisms. This is the second time something like this has happened. The first time was on a train where I proceeded to tell my mother and grandmother about the owner of Nightingale Diaries (a hugely successful Sivakasi based printer) . I went on and on about how simple he was supposed to be, and how he only wore a simple dhoti etc ...
And some time later, a Dhoti-clad co-passenger introduced himself :-)
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