The Turn Around

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Prologue

Life is a series of events that happen with implications for the present and future. These events may happen by a quirk of fate or as influenced by others in one’s social circle or could be simply incidental or accidental, or in terms of one’s own choice or due to some or all of the said factors. Some events may catapult one to fame or drag another down in despair and frustration.

One meets people with different motives, interests, temperament and personality in one’s life. These people could be greedy or kind and friendly, helpful or exploitative and harmful depending upon their mindset, their life experiences or felt-need in a given moment or situation.

There is no El Dorado or Utopia in real life, and neither in a story or novel.

I

Saturday morning, around 8.30 A.M in the month of January.

A sprawling farm-house in a 20-acre mango garden in the suburbs of Hyderabad.

Mr. Kishan was enjoying cool breeze sitting outside his farm house in the shade of a large mango tree with sun peeping down from the foliage.

Sitting in an easy-chair, Kishan was glancing through the pages of the day’s newspaper.

Last night he had organized a party for many of his friends from city.

He had invited all his influential friends and it was a merry time they had. Apart from the drink and dine, they were all entertained with dances by some film artists from the Tollywood (Telugu film Industry) of the latest item-songs from a few Telugu (Tollywood) and Hindi (Bollywood) films.

Kishan made enough money as a country liquor contractor—an undisputed king in 23 districts of the combined AP State. His business was not limited to one State alone as he supplied liquor to many other neighbouring states like Odisha, Karnataka and Tamil Nadu.

He paid an annual income tax of more than 2.5 cores out of the disclosed income, while he made much more unaccounted money in many other discrete ways.

Though he was seen as a contended person from his current state of affairs, those who are very close to him could get a glimpse of many of his concealed ambitions.

Kishan was looking at the headlines of a local newspaper, sipping warm coffee. Now and then he was glancing at the nearby swimming pool, where sunlight was dancing on the ripples of water, as the leaves fallen in the pool overnight from nearby bushes and trees were being removed by a worker.

Nearby the pool was a cluster of mango trees. Other workers were clearing the grass and rubbish below the trees talking in hushed tones some of their village problems.

Kishan was in his late thirties, medium tall and squarely built. At a young age, he took over his father’s liquor business after completing his high school education. By hard work and being ambitious he increased his business opportunities multifold.

The sun was getting a little warmer. He changed his position to avoid direct sun light.

He desired to have one more cup of coffee to overcome the hangover from the Friday night party and to clear his thoughts.

He called one of the nearby workers to go to kitchen and get a Thermos filled with freshly brewed warm coffee.

He was expecting Venkat to come around 9.30 A.M. Venkat was one of his well trusted friends, who stood by him through thick and thin, when things were not going that good in his earlier days of business. He considered him loyal and also a sound counsel when appropriate advice was needed. Venkat was two years younger than Kishan.

One could feel from his pensive mood that something was bothering Kishan.

Perhaps, it was some conversations he overheard in the party. Everyone invited, liked the parties organized in his farm house—the drink, dine and dance. Those who attended his parties told him how much they enjoyed it.

In his heart of hearts, he had a feeling that they considered him not of their equal standing as they were all senior government officers, and well educated business men. He was—all said and done—a country liquor contractor.

He overheard one of the senior officers in the government in a hushed tone telling a few of his colleagues that if Kishan had a better social standing, they would not have hesitated to be seen in his parties more often. Some sort of statement, Birds of different feathers flock together less or dine together less.

He woke up from his brooding when he heard the dog at the farm-gate barking.

The bark grew quite louder. He knew Venkat must have come.

He called one of the servants to bring another chair for Venkat.

Venkat came and wished him good morning.

Kishan: Good morning Venkat. I thought you may come a little late…hangover from the yesterday party.

Venkat: Nothing of the sort. It makes no sense, to be drowsy when young and attractive girls provide better intoxication by their grace and sensuous movements. As you know, generally, I don’t go beyond two to three pegs. It is more fun to observe others when they are drunk than others observe your drunken behaviour.

Kishan: Certainly, an interesting observation…how did the party go.

Venkat: Splendid, as usual. These guys crave for your parties. Scotch, Rum. Vodka flowed freely…the dancing girls were attractive…the dances and songs were scintillating.

Kishan: Anything of interest in the talks among the crowd?

Venkat: Nothing unusual…local politics, about grants, government and administrative hiccups, ensuing elections, party rivalries…business deals and the usual mundane, sundry and dry.

Kishan: What about elections. The state has to go for elections in a year and half’s time. Which party is likely to win?

Venkat: It is early to say…rather unpredictable right now…as discussed by some of them yester night.

Kishan: The party had a good gathering…some politicians from different political affiliations, senior civil servants, business people, etc.

Venkat: Indeed…wet parties, like politics make strange bed fellows. Politicians seem to quarrel by the day and mix freely by the night as friends. They share the spoils. Some may benefit more…some less…but all of them benefit. It is only a matter of time…each one of them benefits more or less equally.

Kishan: My business is currently good. We have a good equation with the ruling party…but next two years down the line we cannot be sure until the current party comes to power again. Politics are unpredictable like the whims of a courtesan.

Venkat: We can be optimistic. We have friends in the opposition party too. Your business will go on. Maybe some ups and downs…but nothing to drastically alter it? Thirst is a basic need. As people have thirst (for liquor), our business grows. Even in the good olden Vedic days, people had thirst for ‘Somaras’.

Kishan: I agree. But I need to plan a second line of business. This could help in case of any unforeseen circumstances that could affect my current business in future. I cannot think of what that could be. Some businesses may get you money or name or both, but not necessarily credibility. Others could get to know your name even if you are not credible.

Venkat: I see you have a point in that. How about contesting in the next election for a MLA seat?

Kishan: Being a liquor contractor, how can I ensure that people vote for me? People like liquor, and more of it as they get addicted, but that may not make them vote for the owner of liquor business.

Venkat: Politics can have more opportunities. You have donated generously to the CM for the ‘election fund’ during the last election period. You are in his good books. We should work towards your nomination as the Chairman of some Corporation or Trust.

Kishan: "Yes, of course that is one way. To be the Chairperson of a Board, probably I should have had a better educational background. Let us think about other ways of enhancing my credibility. Perhaps I should contest for the position of a MLA. If I succeed, I could become MLA. If not, gain experience for future elections.

To contest from my District and get elected, I need to improve my visibility and credibility in the public eye that is beyond their current perception of Kishan as a liquor Baron."

The discussion abruptly stopped by a splash in the nearby swimming pool. Surprised by the sound both glanced at the pool. There were two pretty women in their early 20s. at the diving platform. These were the party girls who entertained the guests with their dance last night. Both waved their hands to Kishan and Venkat.

Kishan: Well, let us continue with our ideas later. These girls must have woken up late and now refreshing themselves in the pool. It is breakfast time. I will ask the girls to get ready and meet us in the dining room. Meanwhile, have a small walk around the mango garden. You will enjoy the cool morning breeze. I will see you at the dining table in half-an hour or so.

Venkat: Yes, Kishan.

As Kishan got into the farm house, Venkat walked to the Pool. The girls greeted him with smiles.

Vandana, slightly buxom with a pretty face—big eyes—was quite appealing if not enticing. The other girl, Nimmi being taller, slim and with wider hips, exuded seductive appeal. The way she gyrated during the dance sequence, she stole the attention of many last evening.

The two girls were very attractive in their dance. Attractions are sometimes fatal and sexual attractions much more. A middle aged politician was so excited that he went to embrace one of them, and slipped. Luckily, his fall was prevented by someone next to him. Others thought he was too drunk to be stable. When liquor flows freely, emotions often run astray.

He came to know them through Somu, a film photographer known for his work in some-award-winning movies. Somu won accolades and few state awards for his photography. He worked with many Producers, Directors, Heroes and Heroines in the film industry.

Girls with ambition and seeking entry opportunities in the movie world, befriend him. Some of the currently popular heroines were initially introduced by him to leading Film producers and Directors.

It was accidental that he met Somu in a party organized by a film producer, Sambunath, his distant cousin, in Hotel Maharaja. The initial contact grew into close friendship with Somu and his team. It was Somu’s assistant, Niranjan, who actually introduced him to Vandana, Nimmi and many other young artists.

Why don’t you join us said Vandana, the prettiest among the two. She was still in the pool. Nimmi, had already completed her stint at the pool and was sitting on a bench near the pool in her swimming costume drying herself with a large Turkish towel.

Venkat said, I prefer to walk. I am not so much tired as you ‘gals’ from the yesterday party. I prefer to walk in the mango garden and get some cool breeze.

Nimmi asked Venkat if she could join him for walk. Before he could answer, she got up. As she stood up, Venkat could notice her taut nipples jutting out of her wet bra as if demanding the full attention of nature around her. Venkat felt that how a small part of her body demanded his attention to her full figure and that human perception is a unique play of part-and-whole relationships.

Nimmi put on her robe and walked up to Venkat. Soon they moved from the open place near the pool to the cluster of mango trees and walked down the narrow uneven path between the rows of trees. Nimmi walked close to Venkat, sometimes holding his hand not to slip. Venkat unintentionally grabbed her by her waist when she slipped on her feet on some loose sand.

Nimmi told him that it was a long time that she had met him, perhaps more than eight months ago.

Venkat remembered it was on a Saturday night party in Kishan’s farm, where Kishan had invited a few close friends. That was the only time he was too drunk and had a romantic affair that night with Nimmi, which he vaguely remembered when he woke up the next day morning. From that day, he promised to himself not to have more than two to three pegs in a party.

Venkat told her that he had been very busy with his legal work and he was pleased to see her in the yesterday party and indeed she danced very well. He said, everyone at the party appreciated the dance numbers. Both of you did very well.

Nimmi: Yes sir, it is our profession…our bread and butter. Sometimes we also feel uncomfortable, if someone is over-stimulated and tries to grab us as it happened yesterday—an MLA and a bureaucrat were almost upon us. These may be gentlemen by the day but in night parties they could behave lewd.

Venkat: Yes, in every profession, there are risks with some freaks.

Nimmi: I appreciate Mr. Kishan. I understand that he has no high education as the bureaucrats, but he has been always decent with us. Some of the bureaucrats enjoy his parties, but I suspect they don’t seem to entertain much of an opinion about him as he is less educated…and a liquor businessman. Please forgive me for my candid statement.

They walked for a while without talking.

Under the lush green foliage, with the cool breeze of winter morning, one’s body and soul slide into a relaxed zone and one may hardly keep track of time. After a while, he heard someone calling him from behind. It was one of Kishan’s servants who had been sent to fetch them.

On their way back, Nimmi said, Sir, I believe Sambunath sir, is related to you. I heard he has plans to produce a new movie. If you can recommend me to him for a small role or for dance sequences, I would be grateful to you.

Venkat understood as to why she wanted to join him for walk.

Yes, I will tell him when I meet him next, Venkat said and remained silent.

When they reached the farm house, Nimmi told him that she would get dressed up and come to the dining hall along with Vandana in another twenty minutes.

The table was well laid with popular south Indian breakfast: ‘Idli’, ‘Vada’, ‘Dosa’, ‘Chutney’ and ‘Sambar’. Everyone ate with relish, especially the girls. The dancing last night and swim in the morning must have scaled up their hunger. None spoke till coffee arrived.

Vandana said: Kishanji thank you for inviting us to the party. It was well organized. We have to get back to the studio for rehearsals for a dance sequence. Will be obliged if you permit us to leave now.

Kishan: Well…thank you. We all enjoyed your performance…I will ask my driver to drop you at your residences. Kindly have this gift, a thank-you from us.

He handed each one a small parcel, containing professional fee for their performance, around Rs.40,000/. They were delighted. They planted parting kisses on the cheeks of Kishan and Venkat.

Kishan, called his driver and instructed him to take the Memsahibs to their apartment in jubilee hills.

A few minutes later, it looked as if the bright day dampened a wee bit with the departure of the brightly dressed girls and their chirruping voices.

Meanwhile mobile-phones started buzzing. There were a series of calls to Kishan from his distilleries, vendors, subcontractors and others in his supply chain and distribution networks. My day’s routine has started, said Kishan.

Venkat had calls from some of his clients, who wanted to meet with him on some urgent matters.

Venkat got up. Kishan, I will work out something in terms of what we discussed in the morning and will meet you in a couple of days at your convenience.

Kishan: I look forward to our next meeting. Give me a tinkle before you come. I will keep myself free. How about next friday evening? Stay for dinner, we will have sufficient time to discuss.

Venkat: Yes, Kishan, I will reconfirm in a day or two, looking into my schedule of engagements for the week. Bye, bye.

Venkat called for his driver, who meanwhile had been in the kitchen, talking to the cook and maid and having his breakfast and ‘Chai’.

Kishan was generous in feeding everyone. The chauffeurs of the guests were always welcome in the farm kitchen for a good meal.

A few minutes later Venkat left to his office in the city.

II

Venkat and Kishan went to the Zilla Parishad Higher Secondary School in their native town and were in the same section from IX to XII grades.

They were more often seen together in the football field than in any combined studies. Kishan went regularly to coaching classes for an hour in the morning, and in the evening after play hours. Venkat did not think it was necessary to go for any extra coaching.

Venkat was a sharp kid, very attentive in the class and studious as well. He was liked by his teachers. He was the one who could answer most of the questions posed by his teachers compared to rest of his class-mates.

His father was a Higher Secondary School teacher in the ZP school. His mother was a matriculate. It was rare in those days for a girl from her village to go to school and complete High-school education.

Since both of his parents were educated, the environment at home for Venkat was conducive to learning. They made him realize, when he was quite young, the importance of good education for a better future.

After completing his Secondary School education, kishan settled down in his father’s business.

Venkat passed out with distinction in all subjects in 12th class with highest marks in the District. His father wanted Venkat to pursue higher studies and be a lawyer. Venkat moved to Hyderabad for higher education. He did well in his studies and after the completion of LLB, joined a law firm as an apprentice and then within a year was a junior lawyer. Many of his clients were impressed with his sharp intellect, analytical abilities and persuasive arguments in the court.

Soon he developed his own clientele and it did not take him any longer than a few more years to establish his own law firm.

After his last weekend meeting with Kishan, Venkat toyed with some ideas and some details for his next meeting. He considered as to what could be a good option considering the interests and background of his friend.

Venkat had a busy schedule during the entire week and had told his secretary Suma, to remind him, the ensuing Friday afternoon, of his meeting with Kishan.

Suma, a beautiful young lady, worked earlier as a personal secretary of the CEO of one of the successful software companies in the city. Venkat came in contact with her when he was a legal advisor to that company for handling some of its critical employee issues. She had often arranged his meetings with the CEO.

Kishan had many occasions to observe Suma intently and was impressed with her secretarial abilities, pleasant manners and ways of dealing with company officials. She was young and vivacious and he likened her to a bunch of alluring and luscious fully grown brown grapes delicately poised of a vineyard vine.

He suggested in one of the Company dinner meetings where he sat next to her, if she could think of joining his law firm as his PS.

Suma had done her company secretary diploma after graduation and had been with the software company for the last 5 years. The salary and perks were good. There was nothing to complain about except that the job was taxing and demanding in terms of the responsibilities of managing the CEO’s office. Suma had an inclination to do her MBA as a part time course, but her work did not allow her the necessary time. She had to accompany her boss on his official work, occasionally, to other units of the company.

At the age of 25, a girl also needs to settle down in her personal life, she thought. Her parents were looking for a suitable bridegroom for her. Suma thought a law firm may not keep her busy after the regular working hours.

Venkat offered her the job as his PS on her terms and conditions with a better salary than what she was getting in the soft-ware company.

Exactly at 3.30 P.M., the next Friday, Suma reminded Venkat of his meeting with Kishan and informed the office car driver to bring Venkat’s car to the portico.

Venkat reached Kishan’s farm house around 4.30 in the evening and found him as usual seated in an easy-chair in the thick shades of the mango trees near the pool.

Venkat greeted Kishan.

Kishan: Good afternoon Venkat. So nice, you found time for our meeting. What shall I order? Coffee, tea…

Venkat: Well, a cup of strong coffee would suit me now. How was the week Kishan?

Kishan: Nothing different from the regular stuff. Dealing with workers in distilleries, problems of transportation of the stuff, dealing with a few tax officials—the usual business problems. Coming to the farm house provides me a temporary reprieve from my business problems.

Venkat: I have thought about the concerns you had mentioned earlier: a second line of business that adds to your social image. Let us say a five year plan for you, just as the State or Center has its five-year plans.

Kishan: Good. What is it?

Venkat: "Currently the many that may know you or your company products are customers of the toddy shops in many villages and towns within and outside the State. Currently, they don’t matter to your social image but matter definitely for your daily revenue.

You should be seen by the public in a different garb, a benefactor, someone very positive…representing a social value…that is valued in society…"

Kishan: I don’t understand what you mean. I have friends among politicians, bureaucrats, and business people. They like me, my parties and I have a social image.

Venkat: "Surely you have, but it is a limited group that contributes to an informal image…your private image among the limited those that attend your week-end parties. You need them to run your business smoothly. They need you for their week-end relaxation and other gratifications that extra money can bring. They may assist you with some concessions in dealing with bureaucratic constraints and regulations concerning your business.

What happens in the late night parties is only a transcient memory that may not last even the next day. Those memories may remain just as a trace or be forgotten in the brazen ground realities of the time.

What about your public image? The opinions and perceptions of ‘am-admi’—the common people. How do they perceive you? How do they rate you? The people whose support you need for getting their votes!!"

Kishan: So, what are you driving at? What public mask I need to wear? How I need to be seen by others?

Venkat: Precisely. What are your plans for your son, Vikram? I believe he is in the 12th class studying in an international school in the city.

Kishan: Yes, he does. I want him to be an engineer. That is also his ambition. He wants to get into any of the IITs, preferably Mumbai or Chennai or Kanpur.

Venkat: After his graduation, would he be managing your business!

Kishan: Venkat, he is not tuned for the business that I do. I want him to study for his post-graduation in any of the prestigious universities in USA. I am prepared to spend on that account even if he does not get any scholarship.

Venkat: Of course, a good ambition for you as his parent. You can afford to educate him in best of the institutions in India or abroad.

Kishan: Yes, certainly I can. By God’s grace he is a smart kid and very good in his studies. So far he has been a first ranker in his school and hopefully will keep it up in his graduate and post-graduate studies. Seeing his academic progress, I am sometimes reminded of how smart you were in School.

Venkat: "Thanks for your compliment. Kishan, if that is your ambition for your son, what do you think about the ambitions of other parents less fortunate than you for their own sons and daughters!!

Parents often expect their unfulfilled life-dreams achieved through their progeny. Where their dreams match the progress of their kids, it could lead to happiness and progress for both. Otherwise, these become victims more of their negative emotions than of other circumstances."

Kishan, what do you see as Vikram’s future after completing his higher studies?

Kishan: I expect him to get some business experience after his higher studies. He could work in some companies and then plan to set up his own, though I am not sure what his plans could be at that time.

Venkat: You have touched upon one thing—the hope, desire, ambition that all parents have for their children. How about doing something that caters to the parents’ dreams and ambitions for their children? The common denominator for fulfilling the ambitions of the younger generation is to provide them education—a quality education that ushers in a qualitative difference in their lives. You can notice in many villages that some of the farmers have moved to city or city suburbs to educate their children in good schools, since such schools are not available in their villages or the nearby towns.

Kishan: "You are right. I often feel for myself that I should have gone to University to acquire a Master or at least a Bachelor Degree.

Are you suggesting that I could do something to help the next generation for better education?"

Venkat: Yes, exactly what I am going to suggest. You should start a college. You should be seen as an educationist. That will improve your visibility and credibility. You should be seen as contributing to the future of youth in your district. The youth are your current and future voters—your vote bank, to assure a better future in politics, to assist in your aspirations to get into the State Legislative Assembly as a Member (MLA).

When you have disposable income, you should create indispensable and enduring assets out of it for yourself. This can happen if you don the garb of an educationist.

Kishan: I hardly know anything about starting or managing a college.

Venkat: As long you have the desire and passion to do something, it hardly matters how little you know at first. Surely, you will get to know and will learn things faster. A burning desire is a great motivator. It brings the achiever dwelling inside of one’s self into action. There are no underachievers among people who have a passion for certain things or activities. What matters, therefore is: whether what one does is of one’s own felt need or of other’s choice. If one is capable of dreaming, it indicates that one has some potential to realize one’s dream.

Kishan: Venkat, you are a great motivator. But facts are facts. I have no experience to tackle the hard realities of setting up a college.

Venkat: You remember, Nikkam, who came to the city fifteen years ago, with nothing but a little money from selling his two acres of land in his village and started an elementary school. He was only a matriculate. Now he has four well established high schools. He often jokes: The uneducated establish schools and colleges for the better educated to get employed. You may remember, a few weeks ago he was with us in our Friday night party.

Kishan: Yes, I remember. Perhaps, I should get to know his experience—the trials and tribulations he had in starting and developing schools.

Venkat: "Well-educated people have more faith in themselves than in others which sometimes may create problems for them as entrepreneurs. Firstly, they believe that they should do most of the things concerned with the business by themselves because it is their baby, and secondly they keep all important activities to themselves. Both are erroneous assumptions. In their over concern for certain activities they ignore other activities. To drive a car smoothly, the nuts and bolts that secure the tires to the wheel base are as important as its engine and fuel. Owners of multiple enterprises cannot be operating all their enterprises by themselves.

When you don’t know how to mend a machine, you will employ a very good mechanic who knows everything about the machine.

What you need to do is to get the right person for the right job and give him the necessary freedom to achieve the expected results with clearly delineated ‘responsibilities’ and ‘accountability’. Importantly, be generous in what you pay to efficient people."

Kishan: Venkat, I see your line of thought clearly. How about having more details about the college project? Now let us move inside the house. It is getting cold and the mosquitoes are getting desperate to suck our blood.

Both moved into the main hall of the house, where a table was laid with a bottle of Chivas Regal, Royal Salute, soda bottles and a jug with ice cubes.

The cook served them oven-hot ‘Pakoras’.

Mind and body get relaxed and become expansive after two or three pegs of Scotch. So did their conversation. It slowly drifted to their school days and all the fun they had with their friends. Half an hour elapsed in reminiscing their childhood adventures. The cook came in and informed kishan of the arrival of a visitor.

Kishan: Venkat, I have a surprise for you. Can you guess the person who will be here in a few minutes?

Just then a well-dressed gentlemen stepped into the room. Venkat stared at him for few seconds. There was an element of surprise as well as glint of recognition in the eyes of both.

Venkat: Hey you must be Natarajan!!

Indeed, I am. You must be Venkat, the visitor said.

Venkat: A great surprise to see you after so many years. After the school you left to your grandparent’s house in Chennai. We did not have much of contact afterwards…but came to know from other common friends that you did your B. tech and left to USA for higher studies and settled down in USA…What a pleasant surprise to see you so suddenly.

Natarajan: Yes, after my MS, I joined a MNC in California and currently am with it as a senior manager. I came to Hyderabad a week ago on my company’s work with our vendor firm here. It was by sheer accident that I ran into kishan in a dinner party organized by our vendor firm in the Hotel Taj Palace. I saw Kishan at an adjoining table having dinner. I went to him and asked if he was Kishan. He was totally surprised but recognized me after a few minutes.

Kishan: Oh! It was a sudden surprise for me too to see Natarajan after a long time.

Venkat: How nice. I am delighted to see you after more than a decade. You prefer Scotch neat or on the Rocks?

Natarajan: "On the rocks…What brand is it? Oh! Chivas Regal. I love it."

Venkat: How long you plan to be in Hyderabad?

Natarajan: Just another three days. Next Thursday, I am back to SFO.

The trio had a nice time delving into the details of their childhood episodes and escapades. It went past the midnight, when Kishan suggested that it is the time they to retire to bed. They moved to each of the adjoining guest rooms.

III

Ten days later, Kishan rang up Venkat. Venkat I have some work in the Central Excise Commissioner’s Office today afternoon. I want to visit you after my work is over with the commissioner, which most probably would be by 4.30 P.M; as your office is close by, I could be there before 5.00 P.M. Hope it is not inconvenient for you.

Venkat: Kishan, please do come. In fact I was about to call you. I was also planning to call another person who could assist you in our ideas discussed last week.

Venkat planned to complete his discussion with one of his clients by the time Kishan came in. It was the case of a ‘employee union-management’ problem, where the HR manager was threatened by the Union leader for suspending a worker for some shop-floor fraud that the worker had committed and for which the Company was insistent on framing legally viable charges. By the time he finished his discussion with the HR manager and set up a schedule for the next meeting, Suma came in and announced the arrival of Kishan.

Venkat: Suma, Please bring in Kishan. I will be free in another two minutes. Also remember, there will be another person by name Zehangir who will be coming to see me in another 15–20 minutes. Please remind me when he arrives.

Suma ushered in Kishan after a few minutes.

Venkat: Kishan, how about some coffee or tea or fruit juice.

Kishan: Whatever is your choice? It looks every day is a busy day for you. Any progress on our earlier thoughts.

Venkat: "Yes, some progress is made. I have invited a consultant by name Zehangir, who would