Maid Manjula Fan Club !!

This is a work of pure fiction!

All characters are imaginary!!

This is serious. No Joke.

There is a 'Maid Manjula Fan Club' WhatsApp group in my wife’s smartphone!!

And it is very active – a minimum of 5-7 conversations a day and on some days topping the charts at 25 ++.

We are sitting in our garden one morning having a cup of chai when we hear the familiar ‘ting’ WhatsApp message prompt.  

My wife could probably guess what it could be, and she reaches for her phone with a knowing smile.

Yes, she guessed it right! – ‘Has Maid Manjula come today??’

If I was in such a group I would have simply responded back, ‘Pl check out the MyGate app, Bro’. 

But for her that would be extremely rude, insensitive and displaying complete lack of empathy and understanding of fellow human sufferings!

So, a long supportive message is sent out, giving the group her emotional support. And for the next couple of minutes both her chai and I are given the lowest priority.

And after some intense discussions within the group (about Manjula’s health, did she get into an accident?,  and her personal challenges @ her home erc. ) they conclude with an agreement that all of them will monitor the MyGate app and update Manjula’s MyGate status constantly!

Maids (and cooks) are a scarce resource in Sobha Palladian, and they have the power to decide how your day would go- with or without breakfast!

And the poor ladies are at the complete mercy of these unpredictable & insensitive helps.

The whole day’s schedule goes totally out of control and there is chaos and panic the entire morning. 

As it is ladies here are so stressed out, balancing their time and priority between their kids and husbands and their ever-demanding work schedule. A ‘no-show’ maid or cook is the last straw! They just cannot handle it!

I am sure one of the main causes for all Bangalore based ladies to suffer from hypertension and diabetes and panic attacks is the unpredictability of such maids and cooks.

I believe it is the Bangalore work culture and it seems to be getting worse each year. Mumbai, Delhi and Chennai are far better in this matter.

I remember Bangalore early days when Auto drivers were polite and helpful and even returned your  50 paise change.

Today? – I am at their mercy!

I approach an auto driver and ask him - bhai saheb aap kahan ja rahe ho? and if he cares to respond then I add, mai bhi saath chaloon? Aapko ride ke extra paisey bhi de doonga!

‘ Bro, where are you heading ? May I join you? I will even pay extra for the ride!’

And you must hear some horror stories about the different cooks that folks here have tried out! Any takers for a ‘crisis of cooks’ essay??

Coming back to Maid Manjula,

She did not come that day.

Precious time spent on monitoring the MyGate app went waste. 

And people sweated out in their kitchen and bathrooms cleaning and tidying up in between long and intense conversations complaining & pouring their hearts out to their friends and relatives.

I wonder why the Dads do not provide some standby support at such times? A few hours in the kitchen and bathroom can surely tone up their abs and biceps.

And now I am sure to get some stony looks and angry stares for making such an atrocious suggestion!

The evening WhatsApp conversation starts with a lot of indignation & anger!

How can she skip today when she knows I have relatives coming?

I just paid a handsome Diwali bonus, and this is how she thanks me??

She promised me she would come and so I did not clean up yesterday’s dinner party dishes!

This is the third time this month – How can she take leave again and again??

We must start cutting from her salary every time she takes leave without informing. That will teach her a lesson!

I am going to tell her strongly this time – come regularly or I will fire you!

And the tempo & tempers build up a lot of heat, anger and wild rage!

And one sober person quickly pacifies the group before a few ladies break down with high BP.  Please relax, she advises -

When Manjula comes tomorrow lets us all give her a heavy dose. OK ??

Next day Maid Manjula walked in.

7.30AM entry time on MyGtae app.

She was Cool, expressionless, nonchalant and gave no explanations.

She did her work at each house quickly and efficiently and without a single word.

And no one uttered a single word either.

And she checked out on MyGate app at 3.50PM.

And I assume all the folks erased out their WhatsApp messages.

Krish..

Vedavalli and her Grandchildren!!

My sister Sujata came down from USA to visit us. Here is a real-life story she recollected.

Names of all the persons have been changed and some details have been altered to protect their privacy.

And I have used a few South-Indian words. Click on them if you want to know what they mean.

Suj, my younger sis, lived in Grand Rapids, Michigan, a three-hour drive around Lake Michigan & northeast from Chicago.  A small town dominated by Dutch community settlers and the home town of the Famous AMWAY founders. Both the founders, Rich DeVos and Jay Van Andel were born in Grand Rapids, MI.

And there are just about 10 Indian families who closely stick together observing all Indian festivals and Indian special days like Independence Day and Gandhi Jayanthi.

At one such get together my sis noticed a new elderly couple and got talking.

Vedavalli(68) and Rangarajan(75) had come to visit their niece (Vedavalli’s younger sister’s daughter) for a few days before going to meet their other niece in Washington..

V & R hail from a small temple town near Kumbakonam (South India), whose residents are staunch Iyengar Brahmins – extremely conservative and orthodox in their mental framework and way of life.

Rangarajan (Thatha) wore yellow namam (tilak) on his forehead, which signifies a couple of notches higher in the degree of ‘orthodoxity’ to the traditional red sricharnam  that we see normally.

Vedavalli (Paati) wore her saree Madisaru style (9 yards traditional style), and her face radiated the personality of an ideal Iyengar Paati who strictly followed Aajaram and every Vaishnava tradition and the diktats of the Paambu Panchangam (a South Indian Religious Almanac) to the dot! She had also undergone Samasrayanam, a process of initiation by the high priest and being accepted as a disciple.  This meant that her life will be dedicated to serving Lord Vishnu and she had to follow the strict code of conduct as set by the religious books

And the story unfolds thus …

A small girl ran up to the Paati and looked her with curiosity. And after  sometime she went back and returned with her mom and asked “woh Aunty kaun hai’.

The mom was slightly flustered, but she managed bravely, ‘Beta, woh Paati hain , Grandmother’. And then introduce herself and her family- Aunty, my name is Shabana, and this is my daughter Alisha, 3 years and my son Latif, 5 years and my husband, Imtiaz.

For a few moments Vedavalli did not know how to respond and before she could reply the little one jumped on her lap excitedly saying ‘Paati, Paati’ and young Latif joined her as well!

It was a  mild shock for the pious Paati.

And for the entire evening the two little ones were all around their new-found Patti.

And one could see Paati feeling utterly confused, uncomfortable and totally disoriented. Probably for the first time in her life she had encountered a family from another religion! And now, two young Muslim kids on her lap – ‘Hey Lord, Aandavaney, why are you testing me?’ is what she must have kept repeating the whole evening.

And her discomfort did not go unnoticed by her niece and Suj.

Later her niece explained that these two kids yearned for love and affection.

Perima, you see, Imtiaz and Shabana got married against their parents’ wishes. They thought and hoped that after their marriage both the parents will accept the inevitable and mellow down and patch up soon.  Unfortunately matters only got worse with each family blaming the other. So, they had no option than to leave the country, in order to defuse the tension.

And for the last 7 years they have not gone home, and these two kids have never seen their grandparents.

And she added, coincidentally, some other Indian couples here also have somewhat similar situation and they have not gone home after their kids were born , nor have their parents visited them here.

A couple of days later at the next Indian family get together, there was a marked change in Vedavalli and Rangarajan and they interacted with all the kids very freely.

There were these two siblings Alisha and Latif, and then there were Daljit (4) and Gurinder (6), Arpit (2), Subin(5), Mala, Kiran and one more kid.

And Vedavali instantly became Paati to all of them!

Shortly after that, one evening Shabana and Imtiaz dropped in and hesitantly asked Paati - ‘Aunty, Alisha and Latif’s school is closing for summer vacation. They are having an open day where kids bring their parents to meet with teacher and all their other friends.  My kids want you to come with them to their school.

Vedavalli looked up at her husband and then o her niece who finally said – Please go with them Perima (Mother’s elder sister). You will get a chance to see an all-American school.

So, two days later Vedavalli went to school all dressed up in a classic Maroon Kancheevaram and her diamonds dazzling from her earlobes and from her nose stud and wearing soft shoes specially bought for that occasion.

And young Alisha took over total control as soon as they entered school.

‘This is my Paati, my grandmother’   saying very excitedly as she introduced her to each and every teacher, the principal, the gardener and the janitor as well and to all her friends proudly. 

And many times, her brother Latif Joined in with ‘She came from India ‘.

Vedavalli managed to strike up some conversation and reply to some curious questions from inquisitive folks in her heavily accented English. - are those real diamonds? How do you tie this saree? And so on.

And Suj commented -  Nowhere in the entire world, except for this little town, would folks genuinely believe that Alisha Qureshi  and Latif Qureshi can have a grand mom named Rangarajan Vedavalli!!

And Vedavalli’s visit to the school was an instant success among all the children and their parents and teachers at school. Children posed with her repeatedly for Photo Opps and their parents and teachers crowded around Shabana and Vedavalli for selfies!

And this news flashed across to all other Indian families as the day got over.

So, it was not a surprise when young Daljit barged in 2 days later with his parents in tow. He straight went up and asked, ‘Paati, will you please come to my school also tomorrow, I want to introduce you to all my friends & teachers’.

Vedavalli needed no prompting this time.

And, no exaggeration, she went to one more school later that week!

Paati soon become the new favourite in that small Indian group.  

Moms would drop in frequently to ask for advice, unload their pent-up sorrows, a supportive shoulder to cry on, ask for home remedies and recipes. And she  became a surrogate mother to a few young moms who were struggling to manage their time and priorities between their Kids, their husband and their demanding jobs.

And folks soon discovered that thatha Rangarajan was a storehouse of knowledge on India affairs – a Wikipedia of information from pre-independence struggle to the present-day politics and he was also an expert on Indian financial systems. He had worked 40 years in State Bank of India, starting as a ‘teller’ and retired as a senior manager from SBI Trichy.

And Of Course, he was also a cricket fan. 

One time he announced proudly, “I have met and spoken to Tiger Pataudi!

I have a picture of him shaking hands with me!!”

And when he did not get the expected awestruck response, he repeated, “MAK, Mansur Ali Khan Pataudi, you know?” No luck again. 

Fast forward 5 years. You know Sharmila Tagore??  Rajesh Khanna, Sharmila Tagore Amar Prem Film?? A blank again.

Fast forward 25 years. You know Saif Ail Khan, Kareen Kapoor?? And now most of the moms and dads nodded.

Yes??  Saif’s mother is Sharmila Tagore and MAK Pataudi was her husband – a wonderful and stylish batsman & Indian Cricket Captain!!

And the dads dropped in frequently to have a chat with him and to offer their help – would you like to go out shopping?  or do you want us to buy anything?  etc. etc.

Suj suspected those were not the real reasons for dropping in.   

The real motivation was that plate loaded with hand-made murrukku and the sweet and salt diamond cut maida chips ( Shakkar Para )and the large mug filled with hot Kumbakkonam Degree Coffee that Vedavalli offered each time!

For the Kids, it was always fun time with Patti. And she would listen to them patiently, speak out in fluent Tamil, in bits of broken Hindi and in a heavily accented English with funny pronunciation & accent, that made them laugh and roll over imitating her. And they loved hearing her sing classical songs, bhajans and soothing lullaby. 

Thatha would chip in with stories about young Krishna’s pranks, Bal Ganesha, Ravana and the Asuras, India’s Independence, Rani Laxmi Bai, Shivaji, Chola, Ashoka and other kings and tales from Panchantantra.

And Patti would ensure a constant flow of snacks throughout these sessions – the kids favourite being Chocolate brown Shakkarai Pongal   with Dates, Crystal sugar(kalkandu) and  Cashews, Bright saffron colored Rava Kesari dotted with small brown raisins and white melon seeds, ’cactus’ murukku and fresh crispy Vazhaikka Varuval (banana chips).

And she teased the children by pouring jevvarishi (sabudana kheer)) Payasam into flat plates and making the kids eat with their fingers!

And there was a lot more left over for a couple of ‘take-aways’ as well.

She also made heavenly smelling Pulihorai, Vethha Kozhambu,  Paruppu and Thenga podi, mIlagu rasam powder and a few other exotic south Indian specialities and distributed these to every family.

And the days zipped by quickly and soon it was time to leave.

They had to go Washington to help their other niece who was expecting a baby - which was the main objective of their visit.

A day before their departure, Shabana invited the elderly couple to their home.  Suj was also invited to give them company.

As they were talking, a big bowl of fruit salad topped with Vanilla ice-cream was placed on the dining table.  Then a large bowl of yoghurt and lots of fresh uncut fruits among other dishes 

Then Imtiaz announced in a very respectful voice, “Aunty, Uncle, we know you are devout brahmins and observe a strict code. We have specially shopped for pure organic fruits. Also, we did not cook any non-veg today.  The fruit salad is prepared right here – not in our kitchen and nothing from our fridge is used in this preparation. Everything is fresh from the stores to this table.

It would be nice if you can taste some??” – he inquired anxiously.

A suspense filled silence followed.

And then Thatha Rangarajan announced, ‘I am sure even Aandavan (the Lord) will not forbid me to accept so much love and affection’.

And with that he helped himself with two large scoops of the fruit salad and started eating.  

Vedavalli needed no further encouragement. She just dug in to the strawberry flavoured yogurt.

And a light dinner soon got going in full swing!! And with Alisha and Latif constantly clinging to their new found Paati!

It was a great party, and everyone enjoyed.

And when the two elders finally got up from their chairs to leave, quite unexpectedly, both Shabana and her hubby bent down and touched Thatha and Paati’s feet.

And the next moment Shabana and Vedavalli were hugging each other.

And Suj said she could see Vedavalli’s eyes welling up and brimming with tears of joy as she fought bravely to control her emotions.

 She had acquired one more wonderful niece!!

Vedavalli had come to help deliver and take care of one grandchild.

But never in her dreams could she have ever imagined that she will land up getting 9 adorable grandchildren so soon!

Plus One, impatiently  waiting to be born and jump on to her lap very soon!!!.

Krish..

Sale! Sale!! Sale!!!

The festival season is over.

And all the SALE banners have been removed.

But I am still nursing a huge SALE and shopping hangover!!

My wardrobe is overflowing, and all my hangers are packed with garments draped one on top of the other.

In contrast, my wife’s wardrobe is neat and tidy- with just the right amount and variety of sarees and dresses that she plans to wear for the next two weeks.

This blog is about me and myself and my shopping spree!!

I was always a sucker for a sale! Any Sale!!

In earlier times it was due to sheer necessity. 

You see, I could never afford an Arrow shirt or  Louis Philippe trouser at full retail prices. And those days a sale was genuine and once a year event. And I knew of only 2 factory seconds outlets - one on the Bannergatta road and the other on the Whitefield road in Mahadevapura.

Today I go to a sale as a hobby and to indulge myself!  

And I have an abundance of choice – year long sale in most Malls and Metros, factory outlets in every locality and the huge Brand Factory outlet nearby in Marathahalli.

And my favourite deal – But 2, Get 1 Free offer!!

I think B2G1 offer is a con job and I feel cheated each time. It works like this.

I go in and start selecting.  After much effort of going thru the enormous pile I get the right one – good one with a perfect fit. After another 15 mins. I unearth a second one – not all that great. And now for that third free one I start to lose my patience, so it is a quick grab with much less scrutiny. Both, the size and color/pattern are compromised. Sometimes I even land up taking an atrocious looking piece. Then march to the counter and I pay Rs 2770/- for all the three.

The happiness and satisfaction are momentary. 

After coming home, I realise that I paid Rs.2770 for that one good shirt. The second one, I may wear occasionally and the third, never. So, I actually paid a lot more for that one crumpled well-fitting shirt, when I could have got the same in a brand new condition at any swanky shop in Indira Nagar!

And the shopping experience??

At any sale, I get all excited and pepped up. 

I pick up 2 sample shirts and 2 jeans and head straight for the trial room. Waiting in the Q for 10 mins before I get my turn. Once inside the trail room, I try out the shirts first. Put them on, twist my body and bend sideways, then flex my muscles to check out the ripples on my sleeves. Sadly, there is no hint of a muscle or a ripple anywhere, but you see, my vanity needs to be satisfied.

The jeans go thru a more rigorous acceptance test.

First, I get conscious of the full-length mirror as I undo my pants and hang them on the hook. Wonder who is watching from the other side or is there a hidden camera behind??

Next, I carefully fold the bottom legs of the new jeans and then put them on. Tuck in my shirt and a couple of my fingers in the waist. I need that extra clearance in my waist to accommodate a bulging belly after those frequent Palladian parties!

Then push both my hands into the front pockets to check out the depth and comfort (I usually stand with both my hands in my pant pockets).

Then after a couple of sits ups to feel the fabric, I go for a full squat on the floor. This must be unhindered so that I can comfortably sit thru the top floor mama’s bhajan parties.

Does anyone know when the next one is scheduled? I have a new pair waiting for a test drive!

And in spite such rigorous due diligence I still land up with just one good piece from the lot of three.

So, the best one goes to the wash tub for a good wash (with Dettol).  The other two on top a big pile inside the Godrej. 

I recollect my grand mom saying – Nanna thoikka podu da Krishna, yaar, yaaro,  kandavano pottundiruppan ! (give it a good wash – god knows who all have tried these)

My Patti (grand mom) had a healthy dislike for sale and bargains. She came with me once and returned totally disgusted with the chaos and the musty and sweaty atmosphere inside.

In the early 60’s, for our school vacations we went to Vellore. And each time, Thatha and Patti took us out to buy new clothes. 

Patti was brought up in Binny’s Brand – Binny poplins and Binny prints. And her wardrobe had only Madurai Sungudi and Kancheevarams!

Thatha was a Raymonds Man.  And his Shangu Mark Mayil-kann jarigai  veshti (zari bordered dhoti) came from Chinnaswamy Mudaliar shop that specially imported the fine ettu muzhams (8 yards) from Madurai & Coimbatore.

No SKumars, or Vimals, Nor Mafatlals, Bombay Dyeing, Gwalior Suitings!! And at that time ready-made garments and denims were unheard of.

We chose our pant pieces, shirt pieces and frock pieces.

 If we required only a metre length, they would buy 1.1 or 1.15 metres. To compensate for the shrink and to plan on our growing bodies.

Thatha believed that a pair of baggy full pants would become a set of tight fitting Capris, if not preshrink properly. And to compensate for our ever-growing bodies we landed up with 4 inches below the knee  half pants and frocks with 2 nos. of 2-inch tucks. By the time I grew up taller, the pants would fade so badly and have so many tears that it had to be thrown away. And I got a new set of over-sized ones again!!

Remember that pile of clothes in my Godrej? What happened?

They got gifted!

To our relatives and friends and visitors from outstation.

As per traditional family custom, when visitors leave our house my wife would extend the lady a Kumkum tray and give them beetle leaf with supari, haldi sticks and a blouse bit. And I would hand over a polythene bag with a shirt (guess where it came from) and a Saree. Folks would get overwhelmed with this unexpected gift and would thank us profusely.

Only when they reached home will reality strike the Gent!

 Irrespective of how tall, slim, well built or short, he always got 44 cm collar sized shirt or an XL T-Shirt!  Stripes or bold checks or bright orange with a fancy logo!!

I am very sure that some of the old mamas from Srirangam and Kumbakonam would prefer to go bare body & topless (with only a pair of poonals to protect their modesty) all day, than get caught wearing one of my gifted big-checked Wrangler shirt or multicolour bold striped Ralph Lauren Polos.

But the ladies had no such challenges. And my wife is very conservative in her shopping.

And Sarees come in one standard universal waist size! They can accommodate a wide range – from a slim and dainty 22in waist to an ample & generous 44in and more too!

And speaking of T shirts, I am shocked at today’s generation.  Look at them literally devouring tons of Tee from those jumble sales. Buy2 get 3 free, or a B3G8 combo.

And I am sure someday, the famous baker’s dozen would get reversed. Buy1 get a dozen free!

And have you noticed the printed stuff on them??

Appalling  to be polite. Vulgar to be factual.

Here is an example - You may not believe this.

The Nepali caretaker opposite our house in Vinayaka Nagar wore a hand-me-down FCUK tee-shirt.

It had a big blue Bull grinning at a pink cow.

The caption said , ‘Let’s make steak?’

And despite all the learning and wisdom I have acquired thru my shopping experience, last week I again fell victim to another 'sale' offer.

I wanted to buy just one trouser but landed up with four!! 

You see the offer was just too tempting to resist.

ColorPlus offer – buy for Rs. 5,000/- and get shopping vouchers worth Rs. 7,000/- free.

And now I have a chocolate brown, a beige and a cream chinos (all  36W,44L)   stacked up in my Godrej !!

Krish..

 

Lakshmi Puja @ Sobha Palladian !!

5 Nov’18 :  Today is  Dhanteras, also known as Dhanvantari Trayodashi.

And it is the first day that marks the 5-day festival of Diwali.

Dhanvantari  the god of Ayurveda  is worshipped today. .  According to a popular legend, when the devas and asuras performed the Samudra manthan  for Amrita, Dhanvantari (the physician of the Gods and an incarnation of Vishnu) emerged carrying a jar of the elixir on the day of Dhanteras.

Also on tihis day of Dhantrayodashi, Goddess Lakshmi came out from the ocean of milk during the churning of the Sea. Hence, Goddess Lakshmi, along with Lord Kuber is worshiped.

The five days of Diwali. (some dates may not be in sync with some folks)

5 Nov: Day One Dhanteras (Day of fortune) : Also an auspicious occasion for buying  gold . Does anyone have un-used 99% discount coupons from Tanishq, GRT or Krishnaiah Chetty left ??

6 Nov: Day Two Naraka Chaturdasi (Day of knowledge) : Commemorating the vanquishing of Narakasura, the demon by Lord Krishna.

Also celebrated as Chotti Diwali.

7 Nov: Day Three Diwali (Day of light) : Deepavali, On the darkest night  (Amavasya night). We start the day with Lakshmi Puja at home.

The BSE and NSE will remain open for trade on Laxmi Pujan for an hour. This session is popularly known as Muhurat Trading and is considered auspicious as trades conducted within these 60 minutes are believed to usher prosperity and wealth. .

8 Nov: Day Four Annakut  named as Nutan Varsh - Dawn of the New Year : Also called Govardhan Puja and Diwali Padva.

9 Nov: Day Five Bhai Duj (Day of love between siblings): the last day as Bhai Dooj, which is dedicated to the bond between sister and brother.  other Hindu and Sikh craftsmen communities mark this day as Vishwakarma Puja and observe it by performing maintenance in their work spaces and offering prayers.

And Diwali is celebrated for many more reasons.

Many believe that Diwali is the occasion of Lord Vishnu marrying the goddess of wealth, Lakshmi. Others believe Diwali is to be celebrated as goddess Lakshmi's birthday.

To celebrate the return of Lord Rama, the people of Ayodhya lit the entire kingdom with earthen diyas (oil lamps) and burst crackers.

In Bengal, Diwali is dedicated to the worship of goddess Kali. Lord Ganesha is also worshipped by many during Diwali.

The Jains observe their own Diwali, which marks the final liberation of Mahavira.

The Sikhs celebrate Bandi Chhor Divas to mark the release of  Guru  Hargobind from a Mughal Empire prison.

And so on…

At Sobha Palladian we performed Lakshmi Puja yesterday, Sunday 4th November 2018.

The morning Puja and celebration was performed for increasing wealth and prosperity of each and every member of our community and our eco-system, and the securing of auspiciousness in the form of Lakshmi. (Goddess Lakshmi had also visited each and every block last week and blessed all of us – many of us saw her foot steps leading up to the lifts)

And we had 3 illustrious Pundits  to perform the poojas !

The learned Scholar from Avadh (Oudh, a large part of present UP and some part of Nepal.  Lucknow was part of Avadh).

And two traditional bearded Brahmins from the South – strict followers of the Advaita philosophy as propounded by Adi Shankara.

After the pooja and prasad distribution all of us assembled at the club house for the traditional gifting ceremony. The entire working staff of Sobha Palladian was in full attendance - The Security, Housekeeping, Estate Manager, Supervisors, Gardners, Electricians, Plumbers and everyone else who worked so hard in keeping us safe and maintaining our campus bright and beautiful!

After a warm welcome speech by Anil, each staff from the SP team was called and a sweet box along with a gift envelope was given to then by each one of us.

Here is a recap of the day’s proceedings..

These folks came in on-time and before 8.30AM.

Preparing for the Pooja.

Pundits in action !

Venki thanking and appreciating the staff for their dedication and hard work

Jayashree, our official translator for Kannada and HIndi 

A proud recipient of the Diwali gift with Minu. 

In Praise of the Palladian Spirit !

Venki, our SPMC Secretary created a ‘Diwali Gifting’ WhatsApp group and within a day we had 55 families volunteering to contribute, and the number crossed 65 and more later. And they pooled-in a huge amount.

And they proved once again (remember Kerala floods?) beyond doubt that Palladians not only possess a huge flat but they also have a big (enormous actually) heart as well!

I salute your generosity!

The pooja and the gifting ceremony was organised in record time and the event was conducted in a very professional and graceful manner. I am sure each and every member of the working staff here went home happy and to shop for their loved ones.

Thank You Anil, Venki, Srini, Jovial, Gautam and Arjun, who drove this initiative enthusiastically, to Shree for the lovely invitation card  and to the entire MC team for their support.

Krish..