what the hell is this about?

Several friends have embarked on their own P365 journey but as I have no camera nor an eye for photography I've decided to try to complete "a doodle a day" for an entire year. Most will be in my little Derwent A5 sketch book but some could end up being from the corner of some document or scribbled on a newspaper. As the year progresses I will try my hand at inking them as well?

If some of them don't make sense, don't worry, they're probably not meant to. You may notice there will be certain themes along the way and if you know me you'll know why.

I hope you enjoy.

Okay, here goes, every day til I'm 39.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Day #292 - Raj Mahendran


Unlike his brother the surgeon, or his sister the computer programmer or his baby brother the taxi driver Raj had other dreams for his career.

He wanted to be an entrepreneur, he had a sound finance background and the innate ability to work 18 hour days for a cheap rate than the next guy.

So Raj soon found himself to be a proud owner of a restaurant in a fast food chain, the idea was to set this one up and then branch out until he had his own network of fast food restaurants.

There was one slight problem. His product was crap, in fact if it weren't for the government contracts for food supply his business would surely go under.

Raj being the financial whizz that he was decided to change his product, he knew that he couldn't be that much different to Mario's World Famous and they seemed to always be full and they charged 10 times what Raj did.

So Raj tried to change his dough, but unfortunately as all of his base comes premixed from headquarters he had to add to that in order to make any changes. I failed miserably.

And when he finally did create a better tasting base he still only had the tasteless genetically modified toppings to place on top.

Raj really loved the local law enforcement guys, Hank Morgan, the local police chief would keep Ra's business afloat by consuming 100 large Pizzas a week within his department. Of course they hated the food but it was the only thing that could be supplied to them under the government contract that Raj had. In fact it was Hank whom originally convinced Raj to change the dough. Hank and his department survived on Donuts and Pizza House pizza, no wonder organised crime was rampant.

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