excerpts from Mohan
It's My Life, a novel about Mumbai's high society.
angry stare from her stopped him. He realized he may have screwed her but
he was not supposed to call her by name. It was as if she had screwed him.
The well-decorated penthouse of a 23-storey 'Development House' at Versova
was the nerve center of 'Dassani Developers Limited', one of the biggest
names in construction industry. In the business for over 25 years, known
for over 1200 projects of apartment houses, hotels, hospitals, shopping
centers it was run by an aging patriarch in Nanoobhai Dassani and his
daughter Bhairavi. At the moment, a tall, slim and sharp featured Vasant
Kamble who looked in his mid-twenties stood before Bhairavi like a servile
government servant with folded hands before a minister But not a
Mantralaya babu, he was an architect who when he worked for 'Dassani
Developers Limited' took up all the responsibilities which go with
overseeing construction activities.
Bhairavi could be
tough in business dealings. She was her builder father's daughter that
way. -'Mr Kamble!....It is obvious that you have paid more for the
interior of the hotel...More than even a wet behind the ear kid architect
would give...'Bhairavi's voice was like a whiplash. Kamble tried placating
her. -'Madam, this is a totally professional job.'he said respectfully.
-'What professional job? This dumb architect of yours doesn't even know
the standard heights of tables! Do you know that all the tables are higher
by 3 inches?'. Bhairavi was fuming. And to think that he too was an
architect! -'I will see that the heights of all tables are altered. All it
needs is a week's work by the carpenters.' Kamble said smoothly, pushing
the papers towards her. -'It is not that easy. Tables are a part of decor,
screwed to the walls. Now when we reduce their height, the walls will have
to be given another coat or two of paint! I am not going to pass any
payment till then. Besides 43 lakhs is too much. Who told you to commit on
your own?'. She said angrily. Kamble could only mumble apologies. Seeing
that she was picking up another file, taking that as a brush off, like a
tame dog with his tail firmly in his hind legs he stepped out of her