So, it was bound to be that when a group of motley former
colleagues, largely unemployed (save for two-and-a-half, the half being the redoubtable
distinguished Yul Brynner - SRK is passe, HRK rules), there would be clinking of
glasses and, since Suresh was in the thick of the action, boiled peanuts as
well a rich carnivorous menu. Ashok’s being there was the
central – and ostensible – reason for this long-pending meeting of intellects
and such was the banter that the waiter insisted on taking the photograph shown
here (the tip was as much on his mind as our banter, never grudge a waiter his Carry).
In the middle
of this charming gathering, of course, was Parag’s incisive comments and his
quiet listening (which was a refreshing contrast to the rambunctious
rest). GV spoke about Advanced
Bioenzymes with great nostalgia, looked up its current market cap (which none
of us could count the zeroes off, even after just a single drink) and wondered
if the American Dark Knight brother was available to be kidnapped.
There was also talk – now I am in Amar Chitra Katha mode - of
the wily Brahmin of 1, Cenotaph road (add an extra L to the wily and it gets a
whole new meaning) who could not hiccup simply because he had left for wider
shores sometime ago. We all agreed that
wily Brahmin had vision, with perhaps an occasional keener vision for a skirt
than was prudent. In the end, we decided that we all had needed him but Ashok said (and I
agree wholeheartedly) that he – the Wily One – was a whimsical man and others
sometimes paid the price (all this before the second pitcher was being
delivered).
SNS, having dropped out at the last minute, was given a
mouthful in absentia from all of us eager to catch up on about 243 data points pertaining
to real estate prices, deals and who’s dealt with whom but not going around
with whom, with permutations in tow – for, in this, he stands alone.
TVS had two enthralling stories of fund raising, including
his sardonic witty reply to a young rookie who had the bloody gall to ask him
what his secret sauce was (if you want to know the answer, the cost is now a
pitcher of Bangalore’s best and that, you agree, is not an option on GPay).
And we chose to not speak of the Despicable
One with a nasal twang who has been kept waiting at the gates of hell because satan
has his standards to maintain and the DO fails even those tests. And in the centre of all of this
conversation, of course, was the One-who-Retired-from-TDICI and has spent his
time ever since in perfecting the single putt into the 19th hole.
All of us were generous in offering our hospitality to all
others, for we are empty-nesters, with plenty of nests to boot, and it would
appear that the combined value of this group’s real estate holding in England
is about 1.5% of its otherwise-enervated GDP.
As the group enlarges in size the next time, we will discover land
holdings in Bosnia and El Salvador, no doubt.
Parag and I bailed out early, and when it was farewell time, it was because a farewell is necessary before we meet again.