Chapter 1
Note : I have no clue what's going to happen to kinjal, so I won't mention who her husband is yet....
Alive and constantly buzzing, the streets of Kolkata are not for the weak minded. Ahem Modi knows this quite well, since this is his 4th visit here in the past year. In the next few weeks he would be launching the Kolkata branch of his smartphone company. His love life was a great disappointment to his family, so he had to compensate by going above and beyond in every other aspect. He loved his family, but they were beginning to sicken him , he felt alone in his very own house. Even his mother, through thier almost daily skype sessions, was no longer a pleasure, constantly bombarding him with relationship prospects in Chicago. She would flash one of his nieces or nephews to the video camera , to somehow tempt him into starting a family.
"Ahem bhaiya, this is where they are building the preschool for the disadvantaged children."
"And what does this have to do with anything Arjun, are you planning on ditching your management position to teach a 4 year old his ABC's?"
Arjun did not respond to Ahem's small outburst. His boss was showing all of the tell tale signs of being in one of his grumpy streaks. Probably worsened by the fact that it was nearing the one year anniversary of his dirty sensational divorce, that actually cut at the development of the kolkata office. From whispers and gossip, Arjun discovered that Anita, Ahem's former trophy wife, had a steamy affair with her gym trainer, but Ahem did not have the heart to kick her out with anything. She got a flat in Mumbai fully paid, and furnished with a big screen tv, and she lives in it with none other than the same gym trainer. There were plenty of rumors about Ahem. His favorite was that Ahem once had a former wife who died in a freak accident. But Arjun did not judge his boss based off of those rumors.
"Oh, yeah , Ahem bhaiya, we need to repaint the reception lounge, they painted in pastel colors instead of the slate blue you requested."
"My god Arjun, where was Ramujeet when they were painting it? Did you not tell him to check the cans?!"
"But sir, you gave Ramujeet two weeks leave because his mother is sick"
"Well, then lets get it done with and reorder the paint."
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"Sister Margaritte, we have a problem"
"What, did Jadavpur university rescind your admittance into thier pHD program?"
"No, sister, the play room, they painted it this dark blue color, and it looks horrible! I swear I remember requesting pastels in my order form. Its depressing just standing in here. I need to go into the funds and get the room repainted."
"Gopi, you are too nice, just go to the painting company and ask for them to redo the room. Obviously it was not you who made the mistake. And our funding is very limited. Did you look into getting a sponsorship yet?"
"Yes sister , I am looking into it,"
"It's not like you can't speak Bangla, or English, so please ACT on it, and do it soon. There are families dying to get their children into the school."
"Yes sister, we will have a sponsor very soon."
Gopi hangs up her cellphone and sighs. She looks at her half written thesis typed up on her laptop and shuts it.
"I might as well get this sorted out as soon as I can."
**And thats a wrap! I have midterms tomorrow, and thurs. Expect lots of updates soon.
Edited by ronnie4000 - 14 years ago