Today, we were supposed to celebrate Dussehra in faraway Rajasthan (ref post of August 30) in Shekhawat’s village. He had told us to be there on the occasion. But he was already in the China Hut early morning, long before anyone else had arrived. He said he had returned from Rajasthan last evening.
Bijoy Gupta was predictably daggers drawn at the sight of Shekhawat. He waited patiently for the exercises to get over and then went hammer and tongs at him. Why did he raise false hopes
Bijoy Gupta (l) takes Shekhawat to task on Rajasthan trip |
“I’d not be saying all this were you an ordinary member, but you are chairman of the club,” Gupta emphasised. “Now all those people are baying for your blood. My sincere advice is that you should stop coming to the Garden, or else they will lynch you mercilessly. I had even suggested to you on phone to stay put in your village for the next two years!”
Shekhawat was as cool as a cucumber. Knowing well that his friend was pulling a fast one, he did not even bother to reply. He sat relaxed on a chair, legs outstretched, an amused smile playing on his face. After Gupta ran out of ideas, he stood up quietly and excused himself for the day.
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