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I have the finest whiskey in the world, he said. I smiled as I shook my head. Thanks, Gopal, but I dont drink much. Chetan sir, one drink? I can tell people I had a drink with the Chetan Bhagat.
I laughed. Thats nothing to brag about. Still, say it if you want. You dont actually have to drink with me. Not like that, sir. I actually want to have a drink with you.
I saw his intense eyes. He had sent me twenty invites in the last six months, until I agreed to come. I knew he could persist. Okay, one drink! I said, hoping I wouldnt regret this later.
Excellent, Gopal said. We drove ten kilometers outside the city on the Lucknow Highway to reach GangaTech.
The guards saluted as the campus gates opened up. The car came to a halt at a gray bungalow. It had a stone exterior that matched the main college and hostel buildings. We sat in the living room on the ground floor. It opened out to a badminton court-sized lawn. Nice house, I said as I sat on an extra-soft brown velvet sofa. I noticed the extra-high elevated ceiling.
I made it myself. The contractor built it, but I supervised everything, Gopal said. He proceeded to the bar counter at the other end of the room. Its the 4 bungalow of an engineering college director. You and your friends raided one, right? How do you know? Everyone knows. Weve read the book. Seen the movie. We laughed. He handed me a crystal glass filled with a generous amount of Irish whisky.
Thank you. I took my drink. Single malt, 12 years old, he said. Its the directors bungalow, but you dont have a daughter, I said.
You arent even married. The youngest director Ive ever seen. He smiled. How old are you? I was curious. Twenty-six, Gopal said, a hint of pride in his voice. Not just the youngest, but also the most uneducated director youve met.
I never went to college. I said as I twirled the ice-cubes in my glass and wondered how potent this drink was. Well, I did do a joke of a correspondence degree.
It isnt a joke to open such a big college. Sixteen hundred students now, ji, across all batches. Each paying one lakh a year. We already have a sixteencrore turnover.
And you inaugurated the MBA coaching today. Thats another new business. I took a sip. The smooth whiskey burnt my throat. Do you have beer? Or wine? I coughed. Gopals face fell. Not only had I ignored his impressive business statistics, I had rejected his whiskey.
Its Glenfiddich, four thousand a bottle. Ill open Blue Label? Thats ten thousand a bottle. It is not a price issue, I wanted to tell him but didnt. I dont drink whiskey. Too strong for me, I said instead. Gopal laughed. Live life. Start having fine whiskey. You will develop a taste. I attempted another sip and winced. He smiled and poured more water in my drink to dilute it.
It ruined the scotch, but saved my sanity. Life is to be enjoyed. Look at me, I will make four crores this year. What is the point if I dont enjoy it? In most parts of the world, speaking about your income is taboo.
In India, you share the figures like your zodiac sign, especially if you have lots. He seemed to have put the question more to himself than me. His dark eyes continued to bore into me. His eyes demanded attention. The rest of him wheatish complexion, modest five-feet-seven-inch height, sideparted hair was reassuringly nondescript.
Yeah, of course. One should enjoy, I said as he cut me. Next year I will make five crores. I realised he would keep forecasting his salary until I demonstrated suitable awe. Five crores! I said, my voice loud and fake. Gopal grinned. Baby, eat this, for I have made it, is probably the T-shirt slogan he would choose.
Thats incredible, I murmured, wondering how I could switch the topic. I noticed stairs winding up. Whats upstairs? Come, I will show you. We climbed up the steps. We walked past a room with a luxurious king-sized bed.
From the terrace I took in the panoramic view. This was a wasteland, all of it. My grandfathers old agricultural land, Gopal said. Ten acres? I made a guess.