Mr. Subramanium was typing meticulously on his system.  

Born into a traditional Tamilian family, Mr. Subramanium somehow could never fit into the very conventional thoughts that his family imposed on him. He was a rebel since childhood & hence instead of joining his family business, he chose to specialise in marketing & branding in the early 80’s after getting his engineering degree. His family mocked him for choosing to work for someone instead of helping his family’s business, but Mr. Subramanium was way ahead of his time. After a few years in Chennai, he shifted to Bangalore & started helping bootstrapped new startups to gain the maximum market share had become his passion now.

“Revathy has been quite meticulous in all these years. If this project goes through smoothly, then we will be able to pull through the expansion phase of our firm. But that fellow Ashwin seems a little tough nut to crack.  The kind of details that he pointed out in our first meetup is quite impressive.  Arvind has to be very careful with this guy.” He thought to himself.

 Just then, someone knocked on the door.

“Yes, Deepa, come in. What is it?”

“Sir, I think you should take a look at the new joiners’ team. The orientation module is being taken very lightly by the guys. Arvind is busy with the MOU of Mental Health Plus Company. And you know how it is with him when it comes to multi-tasking. So, I need your help, Subramanium Sir.”

“I really appreciate your dedication, Deepa. You have a long way to go for sure!” Mr. Subramanium said.

Deepa smiled and looked at the other side. Arvind was busy with his laptop behind the glass panel. She nodded her head as a sign of despair.

 Mr Subramanium laughed out loud.

“You are underestimating Arvind, Deepa! He is a brilliant lad and I have known him for a long time.

“ Well, if you say so !”

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