Pritish walked out of the Thought Room to find a well dressed man standing in front of him. In his hand the man held a black coloured envelope slightly bigger from the usual ones. It was glossy, shining and accompanied with a black coloured parcel. The words Special Invitation were imprinted in special gold colour.
Pritish inquired about the addresser. To which the person carrying the parcel replied, “This is a personal invitation to you from Mr. Renward. All I am aware of is, it comprises of an invitation card and guessing the weight of this parcel, all I can say is it might be some kind of gift made of heavy cloth.”
Not doubting the man’s brilliance, Pritish accepted it with a thankful gesture and signed on a special folder like confirmation of receipt leaflet. Returning back to the Thought Room, Pritish held the parcel in his left hand and the invitation to his right. Placing the parcel on the centre table, he unpacked the envelope. Inside was laid a card that had the words imprinted in gold:
Renward & Co.
cordially invites you to an evening of prelude
to our brand new Indian endeavour.
Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
Your arrival would be eagerly awaited.
In the event of you not making it to the event,
a friendly call from you can make us feel sufficed.
Date: January 25, 2008
Venue: Hotel Courtyard - Grand Hyatt, Mumbai
Time: 8 p.m. to heaven knows when
R.S.V.P.: Lorina Menzes 99796 *****
Turning towards Kunal, Pritish inquired, “Isn’t this our new Caribbean client?”
“But, Of Course!” replied Kunal.
“Where you aware of this party,” inquired Pritish.
“Certainly not,” responded Kunal.
As Kunal finished speaking to Pritish, his residence number flashed on his I-Phone. Excusing himself to attend the call, Kunal spoke - “Yes! Tell me darling. What is it?”
“There is a courier for you. Should I receive it on your behalf?” inquired Rekha, Kunal’s wife of two years.
“Sure. Do it,” replied Kunal.
Realising that the courier was from the same place, Kunal turned to Pritish and informed, “A courier has also arrived at my place.”
“Today being January 23, the party is to be attended day after tomorrow,” said Pritish.
“I can’t make it, Rekha and we are flying to Bangalore to be with her parents,” commented Kunal.
“Do you suggest I go alone or perhaps send some one else?” questioned Pritish.
Looking closely at the invitation Pritish held, Kunal said, “It is a private invitation with a bar code pasted on the rear of the envelope. That means the entry is reserved for only Mr. Pritish Bera. I suggest you attend it.”
The only person to feel uncomfortable over the entire conversation was Stella. She had not taken kindly to the words Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
After all the discussions concerned to the party, Pritish once again resumed speaking over the new client that Ice Spice was about to cater to. Having briefed his team, turned to Stella.
Pritish informed Stella, “I wish to attend the party.”
“Do as you wish, why bother me?” pat came a disapproving reply from Stella.
Taken aback, Pritish fired back, “Watch that tone of yours Stella. The next time you do this to me, I shall be replying you in a much sterner way.”
Stella went speechless again.
Pritish inquired about the addresser. To which the person carrying the parcel replied, “This is a personal invitation to you from Mr. Renward. All I am aware of is, it comprises of an invitation card and guessing the weight of this parcel, all I can say is it might be some kind of gift made of heavy cloth.”
Not doubting the man’s brilliance, Pritish accepted it with a thankful gesture and signed on a special folder like confirmation of receipt leaflet. Returning back to the Thought Room, Pritish held the parcel in his left hand and the invitation to his right. Placing the parcel on the centre table, he unpacked the envelope. Inside was laid a card that had the words imprinted in gold:
Renward & Co.
cordially invites you to an evening of prelude
to our brand new Indian endeavour.
Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
Your arrival would be eagerly awaited.
In the event of you not making it to the event,
a friendly call from you can make us feel sufficed.
Date: January 25, 2008
Venue: Hotel Courtyard - Grand Hyatt, Mumbai
Time: 8 p.m. to heaven knows when
R.S.V.P.: Lorina Menzes 99796 *****
Turning towards Kunal, Pritish inquired, “Isn’t this our new Caribbean client?”
“But, Of Course!” replied Kunal.
“Where you aware of this party,” inquired Pritish.
“Certainly not,” responded Kunal.
As Kunal finished speaking to Pritish, his residence number flashed on his I-Phone. Excusing himself to attend the call, Kunal spoke - “Yes! Tell me darling. What is it?”
“There is a courier for you. Should I receive it on your behalf?” inquired Rekha, Kunal’s wife of two years.
“Sure. Do it,” replied Kunal.
Realising that the courier was from the same place, Kunal turned to Pritish and informed, “A courier has also arrived at my place.”
“Today being January 23, the party is to be attended day after tomorrow,” said Pritish.
“I can’t make it, Rekha and we are flying to Bangalore to be with her parents,” commented Kunal.
“Do you suggest I go alone or perhaps send some one else?” questioned Pritish.
Looking closely at the invitation Pritish held, Kunal said, “It is a private invitation with a bar code pasted on the rear of the envelope. That means the entry is reserved for only Mr. Pritish Bera. I suggest you attend it.”
The only person to feel uncomfortable over the entire conversation was Stella. She had not taken kindly to the words Revel an evening of wine, women and wonders.
After all the discussions concerned to the party, Pritish once again resumed speaking over the new client that Ice Spice was about to cater to. Having briefed his team, turned to Stella.
Pritish informed Stella, “I wish to attend the party.”
“Do as you wish, why bother me?” pat came a disapproving reply from Stella.
Taken aback, Pritish fired back, “Watch that tone of yours Stella. The next time you do this to me, I shall be replying you in a much sterner way.”
Stella went speechless again.
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