The wife told me today evening, “I am ashamed to say that I am your wife; you are such a disgrace to society”. I explained that I was a respected editor and a model citizen who filed returns every March. “That is the problem”, she complained. “The list of Swiss bank accounts is out and you name doesn’t feature in that”.
“How does that make me a disgrace?” I protested. “this afternoon at the club, Mrs Timblo would not take me at the rummy table snobbishly declaring that this is the “Swiss List Table”. And the snide remark that Praneet passed when I swiped my credit card; “Oh State Bank; mine is a Swiss Platinum”.
“Trust you to be impressed by these pompous ostentatious women whose husbands have been cheating the country. I bet my sons believe that they have a father they can look up to”. That is when my sons Derek and Daryll came running in with Bolshoi the boxer in tow. Derek was the first to announce at the top his voice, “Dad the Burman kids won’t take us in the building cricket team which is now called the Swiss XI.”.
I had had enough of this and I thought of getting out into the fresh outdoor. As I stepped out our neighbor Mrs Batliwala spotted me and promptly chipped in, “Mr. Contractor, they say that there is an editor on the Swiss bank list. I have told my kitty party group that it could be you and they would all be around this evening to meet you for a charity donation. Please be generous”.
I knew that the only place I could find solace was at my friend’s who lived on the 21st floor. He was sipping his vodka martini sitting at the swimming pool. I told him that I had to get to some place where nobody spoke about the Swiss bank list. “Where would you find such a place?” my friend asked me. “At the Vadra residence”, I replied.
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Superb piece, Ashwin. I am surprised that staying away from India for so many years, you remember Busybee so well!