Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Middle East Calling
Middle East Calling
Middle East Calling
Ebook368 pages5 hours

Middle East Calling

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

Rajeev Desai came from a modest, lower-middle-class background, but that never kept him from dreaming. A true child of Mumbai, he knows that he alone is the one to make those lofty dreams come true. His ultimate goal is to move to the modern-day mecca for the financial industry, New York City. From his first days at school, Rajeev is an excellent student; on the day he receives a gold medal in economics from one of the top colleges in Mumbai, he knows that all of his young dreams are about to come true at last.

Everything in his life is exactly as he had hoped: He has friends who are as precious as family. Hes been accepted to grad school at some of the finest colleges in the world. His professors cant say enough about his academic achievements and potential. The world is his oyster. But then he is forced to learn one of his first lessons in finance: Get the money and you get to go to college.

With his Fathers death, his familys financial situation becomes shaky at best and Rajeev decides not to further burden his mother the sole earning member in the family. So when a lucrative job opportunity presents itself in Kuwait, hes torn. Can hean economics gold medalistswallow his pride to drive a cab?

Along the way, hell receive some memorable lessons about friendship, family, professional relationships, and love. Now he must discover whether he and his dreams will survive on this strange, new path.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAbbott Press
Release dateFeb 9, 2012
ISBN9781458201898
Middle East Calling
Author

Srikanth Ramaswamy

After graduating from SP Jain Institute of Management in Mumbai, Srikanth Ramaswamy worked in India and the Middle East for seven years. He is a banker who is taking classes at George Washington University. He and his wife, Rachana, live in College Park, Maryland.

Related to Middle East Calling

Related ebooks

General Fiction For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Middle East Calling

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Middle East Calling - Srikanth Ramaswamy

    Contents

    Dedication

    Acknowledgements

    part I

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    part II

    Chapter 20

    Chapter 21

    Chapter 22

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 26

    Chapter 27

    Chapter 28

    Chapter 29

    Chapter 30

    Chapter 31

    Chapter 32

    Chapter 33

    Chapter 34

    Chapter 35

    Chapter 36

    Chapter 37

    Chapter 38

    Chapter 39

    Chapter 40

    Chapter 41

    Chapter 42

    Chapter 43

    Chapter 44

    Chapter 45

    Chapter 46

    Chapter 47

    Chapter 48

    Chapter 49

    part III

    Chapter 50

    Chapter 51

    Chapter 52

    Chapter 53

    Chapter 54

    Chapter 55

    part IV

    Chapter 56

    Colloquialisms Demystified!

    Dedication

    To The Middle East Expat!

    A Word of Friendly Advice to every Middle East Aspirant

    When in the Middle East, try and save Money!

    Cos someday later in life, it is the Money that will save You!!

    To My Readers

    Colloquiallisims can often prove to be rattling for a reader, but in the right amounts I believe they can add a whole new flavour to a book. Just the way we carry our Lonely Planet guide when we set off to explore a new destination, I have provided you with a separate section on Colloquialisms Demystified at the end of this book. This would help you easily navigate your way through the various Colloquial References made in various parts, inorder to give you an authentic and delectable reading experience! – Happy Reading

    Acknowledgements

    My Grandmother – Mrs. Soundaram Vishwanathan, for teaching me the importance of practice and dedication through Indian Classical Music!

    My Parents - Malathi and CV Ramaswamy who have toiled so hard over the years to give me and my brother a fulfilling life

    My Wife - Rachana, my greatest inspiration in life. Who has stood by me all along and supported me in every endeavour unquestioningly!

    My In Laws – Hina and Birajkumar Desai, for being my most loving and caring parents all through and for standing by me and Rachana in our every single pursuit!

    My Brother (Siddharth) and my Brother in Law (Manav), for everything that you mean to me in this life as my siblings!

    I would like to express my heartfelt Thanks! to my Publishing Family - the entire team of Abbott Publications for their dedication and hardwork in bringing the book out and for investing their time and energies in wholeheartedly seeing to its success.

    part I

    mumbai

    Chapter 1

    1st September 2010, The Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport – Mumbai

    4:30 AM on a cold morning

    The Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport in Mumbai is a beehive of nocturnal activity. Having said that, an eerie silence seemed to have enveloped waiting lounges 14 to 16 despite the fact that they were all teeming with passengers. Calm and peace with Mumbaiites around..well this seemed strange. Lounge 16 in particular seemed jam packed. Unlike the passengers in other waiting lounges, many of them here had put their bags down, spread a blanket on the floor and were catching up with sleep till it was time for their roll call. The sleeping passengers were more of the lot who couldn’t afford nice beds and orthopaedic mattresses in their day today lives. They seemed content with the single blanket spread on the floor and the bare luxuries that the ground had to offer.

    There were others (the more sophisticated lot!) who seemed to be busy glancing through pages of a magazine without much interest in its contents or busily keying away on their high end business phones. A majority of them in the latter category also seemed to be wearing gold jewellery with gusto with the men giving a decent competition to the ladies. Many of them wore latest edition swiss watches making them look more like the Beau Monde of Indian society.

    All this was keenly being observed by one passenger seated in the adjacent lounge 15. He didn’t seem a day older than 26. Well dressed and clean shaven, he was carrying a red Adidas bag which had his laptop and other bare minimal belongings. He carried a copy of Ayan Rand’s Fountain Head in one hand but seemed to have put it off for in flight reading. The people in lounge 16 seemed to interest him more. His interest in their behaviour and mannerisms seemed to be a little more than a cursory one.

    Suddenly, the eerie silence and calm was put to an end by a booming female voice which came over the Passenger Address System.

    Passengers travelling to Kuwait by KU301 are requested to proceed for Boarding from Gate number 16. Please keep your passports and boarding passes ready for inspection. Thank you!.

    All of a sudden the place erupted into a Mumbaiish clamour. Getting onto a flight seemed nothing less than getting into a local train like it might leave any moment unannounced. All the passengers huddled into a queue and each one of them seemed to have a sense of purpose despite the grogginess in their eyes.

    As the queue of passengers in Gate number 16 slowly started moving, the young lad in the adjacent lounge could not help but stare. His stare seemed to be taking him into the past, something that he could connect with. Deep inside, he could feel the one minded doggedness with which Indians moved abroad - In pursuit of wealth, happiness and a good life. But the road to achieving one’s ambitions was never that straightforward. All of a sudden he could feel it all unfold right in front of his eyes – the toil, the hardships, the small joys of life and the big losses. A strange numbness seemed to envelop his mind. He was constantly asking himself Is this the point from where there is no looking back? The question played on and on, and suddenly he thought of his parents. The very thought brought back memories of his lower middle class life –the strictness at home, the emphasis on academic excellence, the love and affection his parents had showered on him as their only son and the loss of his father seven years ago. He had loved his father and had clung onto him like life itself and not letting go when he had died. The painful thought did the last bit of emotional draining and he felt tiny droplets trickle down his cheek onto his tee. He made no attempt to wipe his face clean.

    He could feel his entire life staring at him and this whirlpool of emotions seemed to be relentlessly dragging him deeper. Just as he decided that he had enough and that prudence lay in engrossing himself in the Fountain Head, a smartly dressed lady in a suit walked up to him. She seemed like an airline staff.

    Mr. Rajeev Desai? she enquired, with a concerned look on her face.

    Yes replied the young man.

    Sir, your flight to New York is ready to depart! We’ve almost made 5 announcements and were wondering where you were?

    Uh uh! I am so sorry. I well eh..

    Well no problem sir. Please let me have your boarding card and passport and I should be able to check you in

    Thank you so much! Rajeev muttered, putting up a sheepish smile which was then returned in kind.

    Once inside the aircraft, Rajeev could see the crew work away efficiently. Most of the other passengers were already seated and it seemed like he was the last one to come on board. Two of the flight attendants smiled at him and said a Hello before helping him find his seat. He was immediately offered a wet tissue and a bottle of lemonade and was told not to hesitate to call them if he needed anything. Rajeev was impressed. Though this was one of the more expensive airlines, he had chosen this because the travel time was the shortest on this one. They would stop at Frankfurt and would then directly fly to JFK.

    Boarding was completed and the initial safety announcements had begun and the aircraft started moving. Just when the announcements were over the flight had reached the runway, did a quick taxi and was airborne. Rajeev looked at his watch – Precisely 5:30 AM. He was now happy and content to be on the flight and the cabin crew and flight attendants had made him feel better. He had his lemonade and wiped his face clean with the wet wipe.

    He felt fresh and no more drained but the thoughts that had led him to tears would take a long time to recede. They would keep coming to make him realize his true self and to keep him strongly rooted to the ground, to make him realize the value of money- how much every penny counted, to teach him how to keep himself together in the most adverse of situations and the foremost being how to spend every minute in the pursuit of his dreams and goals. These were lessons in life, by life, for life. The path he had taken to be on the flight to New York was no less than climbing a rugged cliff where he had bruised himself many a time but had gotten up every time, dusted himself and set off again until he had reached the top. His five year stint in Kuwait was something that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

    Chapter 2

    July 2005 – Around 9AM on a Saturday morning – Ganpat Rao Kadam Chawl in Worli

    The months from June till September are called rainy season in Mumbai for no mean reason. It rains and rains and boy rains it does – By the day, by the noon, by the night, by the weekday, by the weekend - All through the three months. Mostly the rains are so heavy that one does not get to even hear the next person speak – literally!

    But on the second floor of the chawl, Rajeev Desai was fast asleep oblivious to the roaring noise of the showers. Pretty typical of Mumbaiites. The rain does not bother them. Mumbai rains render rain coats, umbrellas and all other forms of prevention mechanisms useless and ensure that the whole city comes to a standstill for atleast one day of the rainy season every year. But for Mumbaiites who have made Mumbai their home – they can sleep without being disturbed by the loud rain, walk totally drenched on tracks if trains suddenly stopped midway, play football on slush filled muddy fields on weekends or go by the sea face and enjoy the crashing waves at Worli or Colaba. The rains bring a completely new colour and charm to the lives of Mumbaiites and the city of Mumbai every year.

    Rajeev – still sound asleep from the late night he had put in the previous day. He was desperately trying to get funding for his Masters education in the US.

    A BA in Economics from St. Xavier’s College was no joke and he was considered the brightest in the class by all his peers. He was a scholarship student right from his 10th grade and someone who consistently scored a 90%+ all through his two consecutive years in college. The term brightest in the best graduate school in Mumbai was seldom thrown around lightly, but when it came to Rajeev Desai it seemed like a reasonable adjective to describe his academic credentials. The final year results were just round the corner and Rajeev had already started looking forward to breathing the fresh air of New York City, a place he wanted to be for his Masters.

    Just then a loud voice of a lady came from the kitchen Rajeev! O! Rajeev Get up now, it is 9 ‘o clock in the morning and you are still asleep?

    I have finished all the cooking and I need to be getting to the temple now

    If you wake up now, I can make a cup of tea and heat the poha for you

    Rajeev hated to wake up so early on a rainy weekend. Sleep was definitely his weakness. He weakly mumbled Maa, I went to sleep at three today morning

    Can you please leave me alone and let me get some sleep?

    He hadn’t finished his last sentence and the loud ring of the door bell made him spring up from his bed and sit. Rajeev shouted Maa don’t bother, I’ll get it!

    At the same time a female voice shouted Aunty, Rajeev are you home?

    Rajeev immediately recognized the voice and opened the door.

    Hey Trips! Goodmorning. Hi

    So Early?

    Trips – Tripti Natarajan a.k.a TIN – TIN - Rajeev’s classmate at Xavier’s and lived on the first floor of the same chawl. During her first year ragging at Xavier’s, one of the more creative second year’s had given her the name TIN – TIN and it stuck through all the three years. It was only Rajeev who called her Trips because he knew how much she hated the nick name. Even her family sometimes teasingly called her TIN –TIN.

    Trips’ father worked as a teller in State Bank and her mother was a housewife. She also had a younger brother Abhinav who was pursuing his first year mechanical engineering at VJTI. Trips’ family were one of the oldest in the chawl and were very close to the Desai’s.

    Yes, yesterday the gang decided on an early morning weekend meeting at your place and I got up earlier than usual and decided to go to Siddhi Vinayak and then dash down here Trips said

    So where is the rest of the gang?

    Any special plans for today?

    I was thinking on catching up on sleep and then thought of lunch and after which I wanted to head off to my personality development class Rajeev said.

    One of Rajeev’s prof’s in college had got him a free admit into the Leadership and Personality Development programme of a well known corporate trainer.

    Personality development! Trips said incredulously

    Yes, Prof. Menezes gave me a free admit and asked me to go Rajeev replied coolly

    Oh!, ya I can understand his feelings for his best student

    I hope he didn’t give you marks in all those class tests for free as well Trips added with a chuckle

    Well – well Rajeev said and returned her chuckle with his hands folded.

    Suddenly he shouted out to his mom - Maa! Is something burning in the kitchen?

    No, nothing at all and I don’t get any smell! Maa replied in a concerned voice.

    Well then… its ok. I think the smell is coming from someone standing closeby who is burning green! he added with his pursed lips breaking into a broad smile.

    Trips caught hold of him and gave him a slap on the head with the wallet she was holding in her right hand.

    She then called out to Rajeev’s mom Maa! This is prasad from Siddhi Vinayak

    Oh thanks Tripti, I was about to leave for Babulnath

    Maa then looked at Rajeev in disgust and said Look at this girl and look at you!

    She then turned to Trips Why don’t you try and put something into this fellow’s head. He is only sleeping

    Trips smiled and said The others are also coming here today aunty and then we thought we will go spend some time on the sea face and then go out somewhere to eat

    So I don’t have to make anything for the night? Rajeev’s mom asked.

    Hopefully not aunty but let the others come and we will let you know Trips replied with a smile.

    Ok then, I will get going now. If I leave now then maybe I will make it back by 1’ o clock Maa announced.

    Ok Maa, byeee! Rajeev said and waved to her.

    The moment she stepped out, Trips said Hey do you know?

    What? Rajeev asked.

    Final year results are going to be out this Monday. The gang want to get together to discuss something important. Yesterday we met briefly when we crossed paths and decided to have Sirjee over as well.

    Sirjee – Sriram Ramachandran a.k.a Sirjee was one of Rajeev’s closest friends. Starting from nursery till 12th grade, Rajeev and Sirjee were together – Same class, same section, same school, same likes and same dislikes. They ate together, played together and grew up together. Both of them had studied together for their IIT entrance exam as well but as fate would have it, Sirjee made it narrowly to the mechanical engineering department at IIT Bombay and Rajeev could only make it to IT BHU and ISM Dhanbad. Both of them had burned the midnight oil and had toiled hard all through their 11th and 12th grades. Rajeev being the one better at Math, constantly guided Sirjee on how the IIT math paper was to be approached. Sriram on the other hand considered Rajeev his guru and Rajeev considered Sriram his best friend who understood every feeling of his.

    Both their families also had a lot in common. Rajeev’s late father and Sriram’s dad worked together in Mantralaya and it was Rajeev’s dad who had advised Mr. Ramachandran to move to this place 20 years ago. While Sriram’s dad was an officer with the administration section of the Mantralaya, Rajeev’s dad was PA to the Chief Minister of Maharashtra. Since the house where Rajeev and his mom were currently living belonged to Rajeev’s granddad, Rajeev’s dad never wanted to vacate the place and go to some place better. To top it up Rajeev’s parents had their offices close by. Rajeev’s dad went to Mantralaya and his mom worked at Cama hospital as a nurse.

    Sirjee now lived in the IIT Powai campus and came over every Friday night to spend time with his buddies in the chawl – his bum-chums from Xavier’s. There was another secret to this weekend punctuality - He had hopelessly fallen for Trips and had a crush on her for nearly three years since the day she had invited him to the Xavier’s freshers party and had let him dance with her.

    Just as Trips and Rajeev were talking about what the gang had decided for the weekend, Rajeev could hear a pair of excited voices walk up the stairs of the chawl.

    Rajeev got up from his chair and went up to open the door and as soon as he opened the door he could feel the sudden burst of cold air with tiny droplets of rain. The air smelt of a familiar perfume and Trips shouted from behind Hey AB, How are you?

    Danke, Gut! the reply came.

    Anu - Anusha Bannerji a.k.a AB was another Xavierite and was pursuing her BA in Literature. She had made friends with Rajeev and Trips during the fresher’s party at Xavier’s. AB lived a few blocks away from Rajeev’s building and she too came from a lower middle class family. Her dad was a clerk in the Municipal Corporation but she had all the brains and the Savoir Faire to be in Xavier’s. AB had a thing or two for languages - her command over English was impeccable and she was learning German at the Goethe institute as well. During all the three years at Xavier’s she was the undisputed intercollege Debate Queen. The Welcome Address and Vote of Thanks were her babies all through her three year stint at Xavier’s. Now that she too had a 90%+ score in two consecutive years, she was gunning for a Gold medal and to pursue a Masters followed by a PhD from Oxford. The word Oxford made AB go weak on her knees. Oh! And Anusha was Prof. Menezes’ pet, though she was not an Economics student. He loved her confidence and her speeches during college day functions. Her speeches reminded him of his hay days in Oxford where he was a master debater. He had promised her a letter of recommendation and had also said that he would call and personally refer her to his colleagues at Oxford. Anu had almost swooned that day!

    Sid walked up from behind and said Hey champ! Wassup? and shook Rajeev’s hand.

    Sid – Siddharth Varadkar a.k.a Sid was another chum from Xavier’s and was majoring in Science. Sid was another Math whiz like Rajeev and was a part of the Math Olympiad team at school. Sid lived in the same building as AB, a block away from Rajeev’s. Sid was gunning for CAT since the beginning of his 3rd year and wanted Rajeev to join him. But Rajeev had already given his GRE during his third year and had a stellar score and he wanted Sid to do the same because then he would be able to join his girlfriend AB for his post grad.

    Rajeev, we just don’t get to see you all day long! Whenever we come here, we meet Trips but you are never here. What’s going on man? Is everything ok? Sid enquired.

    Yes buddy, keeping real busy on the scholarship front. During the day I run from pillar to post, applying to any institution that offers scholarship for Masters in the US or attending the Personality Development programme that Prof. Menezes had put me in.

    So mostly you’ll find me home late at night! I keep up till late calling admission offices and funding centres in the US for any potential opportunity

    But the only problem is this that I am not able to get through a place that will fund me 100%. You know right, we also have a loan on this house and mom herself is stretched Rajeev replied.

    Uh! I see, why don’t you ask someone Rajeev? Your Pa used to work in Mantralay right?

    No Sid, I don’t want to ask anyone. After 10th, I have funded all my tuition through scholarships and this was because we had limited means and I worked very hard to prove myself and I don’t want to throw it all away by begging someone for money

    Mom is already trying her level best to keep us afloat. We don’t have too many assets to produce as collateral inorder to obtain a Bank loan and I don’t want to approach anyone in Mantralay. My dad worked there with all honesty and has seen two generations of Maharashtra politics. If he is held in high esteem by one and all, it is his achievement and I would like to keep that flame alive. I will not ask. I might not have the money today, but I know I have the capability to make my dreams come true and I will live that dream someday. If not today, tomorrow. I don’t want Maa to go through any more stress because of me. I would like to see her go through her daily routine normally and now that she is set well in Cama, I don’t want to bother her with my problems. I will try and figure out a way for myself Rajeev finished.

    The room was absolutely silent. There was pin drop silence and no one spoke a word as if they were letting Rajeev’s words sink in. Sirjee had joined in as well and was sitting on the wrought iron chair opposite Rajeev.

    Chapter 3

    AB was the first one to speak up Rajeev, I have good news for you and it makes me really happy telling you this!

    Rajeev, who was in deep thought could just manage to lift his head up and say What?. It seemed like the problem at hand seemed larger than life and that no good news could be really good enough at that moment. He didn’t seem to like AB diverting from the issue at hand.

    AB paused a little and looked at others who were looking expectantly at her, urging her to proceed.

    AB continued Rajeev I got a call from Prof. Menezes today morning and I haven’t told any of these chaps, not even Sid, because I wanted to tell you first

    Well the good news is this that the results are out and you scored a 94% and topped your class!

    AB didn’t stop at that and continued Trips congrats to you as well, as you came a close second with 90%

    There was stunned silence in the room. Trips was the first to respond. She got up from her chair and went and hugged Rajeev. She had tears in her eyes – tears of glee and happiness. Rajeev had helped her with the Math and Economics all through their three years and she had worked really hard in the third year. It felt like the results had come from AB all of a sudden and they were still in a state of shock.

    Rajeev, All I can say is Thank You for everything! And Congrats Buddy!! You deserve it!! she blurted.

    Rajeev who was still shocked with the revelation could feel Trips’ moist eyes and was moved.

    Thanks Trips! You worked very hard for this, didn’t you?

    You definitely deserved it! Rajeev completed.

    AB and Sid went next. They hugged and congratulated Rajeev and Trips. Sirjee was too happy to control himself. He first did a mini Shoaib Akhtar birdie dance within the confines of the small room and then gave Rajeev a big hug. His eyes were moist as he felt bad for Rajeev - especially the part about losing his father and he having to run from pillar to post inorder to get funding for a dream he had nurtured for long – To Study in New York.

    AB broke the silence as Sid was just about to ask her about his results Sid, you made an 85% overall and you stood second in your science section!

    The colour almost drained out of Sid’s face and just then AB spoke again The best part is this that you scored a whopping 98% in Math. You topped your class!

    The room broke into applause and everyone congratulated Sid. Rajeev and Sirjee hugged him and said Won’t you let go of Math, for once? and laughed.

    AB added Had you put even 1% of this effort on our relationship, may be you could have scored a Gold medal with me too!

    Everyone started laughing and Rajeev laughed the loudest and turned to Trips and said So our good ol Sod (referring to professor Menezes) seems to be so impressed by this lady here (referring to AB) that he personally called her to give out our results!.

    Well dear fella, now this is one case where you don’t seem to have understood the literature behind the economics! Trips retorted with a comical grin directed towards AB and then towards Rajeev.

    Once again, everyone was in splits.

    Finally Sid got back to the point and asked AB So on a serious note, how is it that Menezes called you and how do your scores look? How can you not tell us your score first?

    Sid seemed a tad irritated with his girlfriend for not having told him anything and for still keeping them in dark about her scores. She always does this! he thought.

    AB replied slowly, sprinkling some style and eloquence in her sentences as if it were a farewell speech Well my dear beautiful people, just as has been the case every year Ms. Anusha Bannerji has topped the BA Literature class again but this time with astounding numbers. She has scored an unprecedented score of 92% and has made a mark in the history book of Xavier’s. Well I am not yet finished – She also stands a good chance to be voted

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1