Summary Of Mr. Ranganathan

“Do you want to say something Mr. Patel” The Judge asked for the defense lawyer. The defense lawyer stood up and came in the middle of the accused box and witness box. He bowed to the Judge. “No my lord, I have nothing to say” The defense layer moved back and went to his seat. “Do you want to say anything? Remember this is your last chance” The judge asked to the accused. “I have entered in the building to rescue my baby, my own baby, who is captive inside. Believe me she is not orphan! Don’t tag her as orphan forcefully! Please bring back my baby and my wife. Please bring back them, do me a favor, please!.” The accused babbled. Finally the Judge read the judgment against the convict. Police took the convict back to the prison van. The convict
Ranganathan in front of the bar. Every one was holding their glass. Some glasses were covered by white napkins. Music system was on with some Latin American sounds. A DJ was arranging for his performance. Among two, one bartender showing juggling skills with bottles and glasses anther was serving the demand of the gusts. The foreign Champagne brands were kept on the display rack of the bar. The Indians brands were in front. Some fruits were decorated one corner of the bar. Guests were ordering more for foreign brands and cocktails. Few guests were interested in mock tails. Waiters were moving with snacks. Three or four Hukka were placed in another corner of the bar counter. The long pipe and the colorful glass made body of Hukkas were looking beautiful. Few young people were more interested on the old fashioned Hukka. The essence of cherry was making magic of linking rings with smoke rings. It is a new
This is the market! You can’t ignore this.” Mr. Ranganathan reacted strongly to his colleague. “The Dream! Where government still not reached, the companies reached that places much before.” Mr. Ranganathan took a long sip from the glass and put few potato chips in his mouth. “You may not find electricity in a remote village but you will find a packet of potato chips.” He raised his hand with a potato chips as evidence. “We all know everyone can’t be richer. But remember every one want to be milliner. So fuel the dream and sell anything to them. People’s dream to be milliner is our opportunity. They have dreams we have Investment proposal for them.” Mr. Ranganathan replied like most corporate bosses. Kabir, the junior executive wanted to say something. But his voice diluted in other’s clapping. Mr. Ranganathan looked at him and smiled. Kabir followed others and started clapping on that unwise reply. I was rambling in the hallways. Arnab and his wife Biva were busy to hosting the party. It was their anniversary party. I was walking one corner to another and listening one gathering to another with a glass of cold drink. It is the essayist way for me to spend time in a party where most of the people are unknown. Arnab called me and introduces with some of guests. Arnab and I were grown up at the same place in Kolkata. He came to Mumbai for his Job. We had lots of memories in Kolkata. But I knew that Arnab was a totally