25 June 2011
I am reading the book Who Moved My Cheese?
‘What is this book about?’ Dadoo asks.
‘It is …’ I trail off, how do I explain?
‘What is cheese?’ he asks intrigued.
‘It is …’
‘Paneer,’ says Mamma.
Daddy frowns, ‘Does it mean, who moved my paneer?’ he asks innocently. I just don’t know what to say as tears fill my eyes. I recall some three years back he had read this book and said, ‘The writer has explained changes and challenges in life in an interesting way.’ And now cheese is paneer!
Suddenly he shifts gears, ‘What is Deepu’s position? Is he working in a bank?’
‘Yes, Dadoo, he works in a bank, he is the vice president.’
‘Vice president, is this a senior position?’
‘Yes, Dadoo, very high position.’
‘Which bank?’
‘Deutsche Bank, this is a German bank.’
‘Does this bank have a branch in India too?’
‘No, Dadoo’ I want to keep it simple.
‘So that means he cannot be transferred to India?’
‘No, Dadoo, moreover he is very senior, there is no position of an equivalent level here in India.’
‘Oh! What position does he hold at the bank?’
‘Vice president.’
‘Really! In which bank?’
‘It is a German Bank.’
‘Can he not be transferred here?’ There is no stopping him, he goes on and on till I pick up the book and leave the room to escape.