Time:-5:45 AM, Sunday,12th October 2008.
Its raining hard, the city has not yet woken up and it's almost as if someone put the world in slowmo mode. A middle aged man is lying unconcious by the TASMAC shop and slowly people are gathering around him.A couple of minutes later they manage to wake him up and take him away. The crowd slowly melts away. Even as all this happens a couple of teenagers are making their way through the puddles, their rain soaked shoes making loud noises against the muddy path, their sleepy eyes shutting invoulntarily as they try to escape the hands of slumber. They sit on the parapet and stare at nothing in particular, their minds blank and their eyes still sleepy.
By now the rain has eased out and it's only a drizzle. A few more teenagers trickle in.The watchman gets there late as usual. He takes out a huge bunch of keys from his pocket. It takes him a minute or so to find the right key.Finally he unlocks the creaky wooden door.
More teenagers arrive and a few minutes later the room is almost full. It starts raining hard again. An Alto whirrs past the front gate , and slowly comes to a halt. A few seconds later the back door opens with a loud click and he gets out. He has a few words with the watchman and slowly climbs the stairs. They see him come and they all scramble into the room. He enters the room and sets his bag on the table. Then he turns to the them. Then he begins.
He is da man.
He is Prof.Govindarajan.
