From Dollars to Deeksha: How I Lost My Friend to Religion

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From Dollars to Deeksha: How I Lost My Friend to Religion

Illustration: Mudit Ganguly

 

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have no distinct memory of the first time I met K, but it was most likely at the orientation party at IIM. We plotted our escape from the torpid chatter and tried a multi-cuisine buffet, only to land up in a smoky room, drinking tharra. Among all the academic overachievers, the IITians and CA toppers in the business school, K and I held the dubious distinction of graduating with mere BSc degrees and that too with a “second class”. We were also both loud when drunk, with a deep, single-minded dedication to get sloshed, as the evening wore on. But K also had intellectual chutzpah by the truckload, and he drove it right into the classroom, engineering head-on collisions with the academic jocks we liked to mock. He was brash, willing to take on the world, but not in an obnoxious way; the guy could have written the book How to Win Friends and Influence People.

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