‘Radha Swaminathan, upcoming singer.’
‘Really? Never heard of her,’ Bala said.
‘She is still in the underground scene. She has trained in Carnatic music.’
‘But this is a popular concert. We’ll have dancers to complement the singers.’
‘Bala, popular music is cakewalk for Carnatic singers. You know that.’
‘Is she good? Have you heard her sing?’
‘Sort of.’
‘Sort of?’
‘Yes, I have. It’ll be fine. Plus you have Hariharan and S.P., can’t go too wrong.’
Bala stood up and walked towards his window.
‘Is she hot?’ Bala said, ‘Like good-looking?’
‘She is my girlfriend’s mother. I find the daughter pretty.’
‘What?’
‘I have to do this Bala. I am hitting all-time low with her. If I don’t do something
drastic, I can kiss my girl goodbye forever. They’ve got a Cisco guy lined up, pure
as fresh coconut oil.’
‘Your girlfriend is Tamilian?’
Yes, Brahmin, so you can deal with it for once.’
‘Iyenger or....’
‘Iyer, does it matter?’
‘No,’ Bala said and came back to his seat. ‘Now I know why you came to
Chennai.’
‘Apart from the fact that I was dying to work with a financial wizard like you,’ I
said.
‘What?’
‘Nothing, now, are you doing it?’
‘What?’
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