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All books represent the innermost thoughts of their respective authors, who toil day and night to share their innermost thoughts and insights with the world. They not only provide the soul of the book but also give it an initial shape, much like a sculptor would carve out a masterpiece from an uncut rock. A team of editors then moves in to refine the same. Much thought goes into deciding the title and the subtitle. Many options are considered before a cover, as well as the blurb on the back cover, is frozen. The formatting team and the printers give the book the finishing touches it needs. The book is eventually born!

Once born, the book acquires a life of its own, waiting to be discovered by its target audience. It charts out a journey for itself, travelling far and wide, carrying the key message that its author wishes to convey. However, in the initial phase, it must be introduced to a select audience, with the basic message underlying the composition explained.

Over the last few months, my latest book, ‘Bhagavad Gita’s Guide to Corporate Dharma,’ has been fortunate enough to have travelled to four cities in India. Here are some key details which capture these events.

Pondicherry

A modest launch function was held at the Palais de Mahe. Prominent industrialists, businesspeople, senior managers, management scholars, spiritual gurus, journalists, and members of the public attended the event.

Mr R. Mananathan, Chairman of the Manatec Group of Companies, was the Chief Guest on the occasion Ms. Gayatri Majumdar, a poetess in her own right and the Founder-Editor of The Brown Critique Literary Journal, conducted the session. Her scholarly acumen can be gauged by the fact that it took her only about 10 days to read the book and formulate the questions she wanted to ask me about its contents.

Wide-ranging discussions took place, covering topics such as detachment, stress management, managing day-to-day corporate challenges, and different hues of happiness. The necessity of using humour to facilitate communication was mentioned.

Dr. Ananda Reddy, Director, Sri Aurobindo Centre for Advanced Research, concluded the session with insightful remarks based on Sri Aurobindo’s Essays on the Gita.

Amongst those present were Mrs. and Mr. S. P. Krishnamurthy, who drove all the way from Bangalore to grace the occasion. Mr Krishnamurthy was a colleague of mine at Tata International many decades back.

Delhi

Thanks to the unqualified support of Prof. A. Venkat Raman, Head and Dean of the Faculty of Management Studies, Delhi University, the event went off well. The presentation was attended by a few seniors from the industry, faculty members, research scholars, and management students.

Prof. J. K. Mitra, Former Dean, FMS, and an expert in the Bhagavad Gita, was the Chief Guest on the occasion. Like a true mentor, he brought in a fresh perspective to the teachings of this unique scripture on quite a few occasions and supplemented my arguments by quoting real-life anecdotes.

After the presentation, a sombre discussion came about, followed by a lively interaction with those present. A senior faculty member proposed a vote of thanks.

Those who braved the traffic blues in NCR and spared the time to grace the occasion with their presence included such long-time friends and well-wishers as Arvind Dang, Ashok Kalra, Bakul Bhatia, Hukam Chand Verma, and Rajeev Varma.

Chandigarh

Just like it happened in Delhi, the exaltation one feels upon returning to one’s Alma Mater cannot be captured in words. A whiff of nostalgia comes one’s way. The familiar buildings whisk one back into a comfort zone. Gandhi Bhavan nearby stands as gracefully as ever. The Students’ Centre nearby beckons one.

Thanks to the support of Prof. Parmjit Kaur, the present Chairperson of the University Business School at Panjab University, Chandigarh, and Mr. Kuldeep Kaul, Director, Metro Exporters Private Limited (and a batchmate of mine), the event rolled by smoothly. Industry seniors, faculty members, research scholars, and management students attended it.

Mr. D. P. Singh, the Head of Skills to Jobs with Amazon Web Services (India), had kindly consented to be the Chief Guest on the occasion. Having had a long stint with IBM and many other business houses as an HR professional, he brought in a cheery and light-hearted tone to the proceedings. Once the formal introductions were made, he asked me several searching questions, like the book’s origin, the intended target audience, my own favourite chapter/s from the book, and the like.

Followed by the presentation, a lively interaction took place. As Sir P. G. Wodehouse would have put it, the occasion turned out to be a feast of Reason and flow of Soul.

Mr. Kulbhushan Khullar, Mr. Kuldeep Kaul, Mr. Lalit Kapur, Mr. Praveen Malik, and Mr. Sunil Jain spared their valuable time and graced the occasion. So did Prof. Ashvini Agrawal, another friend, who made it a point to attend the event.

Hyderabad  

Kanha Shanti Vanam is like an oasis in a desert. It is located around sixty kms from Hyderabad airport, off the Hyderabad-Bangalore highway. It is the global headquarters of Heartfulness Meditation Institute. (https://heartfulness.org).

Part of the 1,400-acre complex is a lake, known as Kanha Sarovar. The head, Mr Kamlesh Patel (Daaji), was on a walk around the lake when I could see him briefly to present a copy of my latest book.

I reminded Daaji that he was kind enough to provide a Foreword to this book a few years back. Somehow, it got delayed in getting published. His remark: “Chalega. Good books take time to get published.”

One is reminded of these lines from Robert Frost:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The book’s journey continues, aided and abetted by many insightful and glowing remarks from those who have had the occasion to go through it.

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The day was mildly cold, so fair, so magically a thing of sunshine and greyish-blue skies and bird-song that anyone acquainted with Clarence, the ninth Earl of Emsworth, and aware of his liking for fine weather, would have pictured him pottering about his terraced garden on a December morning with a beaming smile and an uplifted heart.

Instead, prompted by the Countess of Emsworth, he was being the genial host, ensuring that all the guests and a sole imposter present could lay their hands on their favourite tissue restoratives, of which a wide range was available in abundant supply, Plum wine being only one of the many.

On the lavish lawns of Blandings Castle, around fifteen of Plum fans had assembled. Flowers were in full bloom. The birds had ceased twittering and were looking askance at the mirthful peals of uncontrollable laughter emanating from the group.

Once the introductions had been made, the proceedings were kicked off by recalling the Yeoman’s Wedding Song and then a playback of Sonny Boy.

A quiz followed, leaving many a brainy cove stumped and gasping for fresh air. A dumb charade came up next, regaling all those present.

Personal reminences were shared. Many of the characters created by Plum came in for a loving mention. The conversation in the group often touched a high level and feasts of Reason and flows of Soul occurred.

The eldest known fan, Mrs. Sushama Varma, was felicitated on the occasion. She rendered a soul-stirring ghazal in her sweet and melodius voice. She also released the hard copy version of ‘The Indian Curry Dished Out by P. G. Wodehouse.’

In the absence of Angus McAllister, flowers and plants were freely offered by the genial host. Regrettably, the Empress of Blandings was missing in action, having been whisked off to a secret location. Thus, pig-napping was ruled out.

With the assistance of Gerturde, Beach, Miss Twemlow and other maids, the Countess of Emsworth had organized a lavish spread which could well have been the envy of Anatole. Sweets and savouries were plentiful. Cakes beseeching the participants to tuck them in kept pouring in even after the gig was over.

Overall, a grand rollicking time was had by all those assembled. Fun-filled, blissful and overflowing with sublime joy. The Plum wine was intoxicating indeed. The true spirit of fan following was in evidence. Those who ventured to attend left beaming from ear to ear, carrying with them the sweet memories of the fun, warmth and laughter that normally gets uncorked when a bunch of Plum’s fans gets together.

Photographs courtesy The Imposter

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When fans of P G Wodehouse met up recently in Delhi, the collective cup of mirth simply flowed over. Here is a juicy report from Soumya Mukherjee which is bound to tickle your funny bone: via Pluminion.

Here is a recap of the last meeting which yours truly was fortunate enough to attend in flesh and blood.

 

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Travel is highly educational, said Jeeves. That is how it turned out to be when plans to visit New Delhi, some 2,200 kilometres away from where yours truly normally pollutes the environs, fructified.

An innocuous post on the Fans of P G Wodehouse page on Facebook led to some fans of the Master in the National Capital Region (NCR) deciding to meet up on 11.11.2017.

Eggs, Beans and Scones

The infamous Delhi smog singularly failed to dampen the spirits and many ardent fans of Plum in NCR landed up at the gig so very graciously hosted by a young man in spats, a management professional who happens to be based in Canada but was visiting his family in India.

Lord Emsworth, the grandfather of the young man, presided over the boisterous proceedings. An eminent bureaucrat in his hey days, he happens to be a devoted Plum fan. He turned out to be quite far from being woolly headed, and ensured that all the guests who had descended on his castle felt absolutely comfortable and at home.

Lady Mildred Mant, the daughter of Lord Emsworth, proved to be a genial host. Her attention to detail and the standard of hospitality on display might have prompted Jeeves to undergo a refresher course under her in the art and science of entertaining guests.

The theme of the gig was ‘Eggs, Beans and Scones’, since Lord Emsworth and the family found that the local bakeries were clueless as to what Crumpets stood for.

A leaner version of Beach, the butler, kept shimmering in and out, providing nourishment to all and sundry.

The Proceedings

Stiffy Byng showed up, somewhat annoyed at not being able to detect any chance of launching one of her goofy schemes. In the absence of any policemen in the vicinity, and missing the Harold Pinker of her life, she decided to go in for a safer option – that of bringing a quiet and dignified charm to the gig.

Bertie Wooster popped up, with Cousin Wilmot in tow. He brought in a black forest cake, with a portrait of the Master adorning its top. The portrait ensured a restricted calorie intake for all present. Only a small strip at the bottom of the cake, comprising Plum’s signatures, was eventually consumed. The rest was gobbled up by potential fans in families elsewhere who made polite enquiries regarding the identity of the person before shoving in large helpings down the hatch.

Aunt Dahlia marched in and proved to be a charming companion. Having been a Governor of several educational outfits in the league of Market Snodsbury Grammar School, she displayed exemplary restraint and did not address any one of those present as blots on the landscape or as worms.

The huge parcel which she brought in was presumed by those present to be having copies of the latest editions of Milady’s Boudoir. Instead, it was found to contain several Bertie-Jeeves mugs, which caused much merriment. All were eagerly lapped up.

Joan Valentine, the coordinator of the group, trooped in precisely at 11.11 AM, so the meeting could get off to a flying start. A rendition of The Yeoman’s Wedding Song was promptly located and played out, declaring the proceedings open.

Gladys Biggs turned up, accompanied by an impostor who turned out to be Clarence Mulliner. Technology having advanced, he did not need to squeeze bulbs and shoot photographs. While others got busy with much back-slapping and what-ho-ing, he quietly went about creating a visual record of the boisterous proceedings.

Gladys unveiled a delectable collection of some exquisite hand-painted sketches themed around the works and characters of Plum. It transpired that the same had been done by her niece, Gwladys Pendlebury, who had burnt the midnight oil to dish out the entire collection. She had done so at Hyderabad at a very short notice, and had couriered the entire set to Delhi, where her aunt and family had lost no time in getting these framed. Understandably, there was much excitement generated. All those present lost no time to grab one each.

Mr Mulliner too dropped in and regaled all those present with some stories of Bollywood producers and directors. A frequent traveller between Delhi and Mumbai, he proved to be a repository of Wodehousean wisdom.

Ashe Marson materialized, wearing a Wodehousean golf cap, looking bronzed and fit. His demeanour and bearing demonstrated the power of Larsen exercises, coupled with brisk walks, cold baths and a strict diet regimen. An established author, he often gave the impression as if his grey cells were busy working out the next adventure of the famous detective Gridley Quayle.

(L to R: Young man, Lady Mildred Mant, Aunt Dahlia, Mr Mulliner, Lord Emsworth, a balding Bertie Wooster, Joan Valentine, Gladys Biggs, Stiffy Byng, Ashe Marson, Cousin Wilmot; Clarence Mulliner is lurking behind the camera)

Florence Craye walked in, essentially to check as to what the excitement was all about and how the meeting was proceeding. Luckily, she did not appear to have any intentions of raising the intellectual level of those present.

Honoria Glossop joined the NCR Plummies over Skype briefly from UK, adding to the sparkle. Despite these being early hours in the Queen’s country, that too on a Saturday, she took the initiative of chatting with all those present.

Spawning Wodehousitis

Other than Plum’s works and characters, Spinoza and other literary figures also came up for discussion. Some openly shuddered at the challenge of exposing the coming generations to the unique pleasures of Plumsville.

It was felt that many amongst us have inherited the germs of Wodehousitis from our previous generations. The group wondered if prompt efforts can be made through proper channels to identify suitable Plummy soul-mates for those who are not averse to taking a saunter down the aisle in the near future. Such an initiative would ensure a steady spread of Wodehousitis in the times to come.

At such meets, continents and countries disappear. So do races, castes, creeds, gender, professions and income inequalities. Only the affliction known as Wodehousitis retains its relevance.

Those who are turning green with envy need not fret. They would do well to brace up for the next gig, planned at the same venue, on Saturday, February 17, 2018.

(Note: The allusion to characters of P G Wodehouse here is purely arbitrary and subjective and is not intended to offend any of those who spared the time to join in and make this encounter a memory to cherish for a long time. Permission to use photographs is gratefully acknowledged.)

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