Subhash Mathur is a resident of Jaipur after superannuation from Indian Revenue Service in 2007. Presently, Subhash is engaged in social and charitable work in rural areas. Subhash is also Editor of http://www.inourdays.org/, an online portal for preserving work related memories.
Editor's note: This is historical fiction.
When I was about 10 in the late 1950s, we used to live in a small town of Rajasthan. It used to be a leading industrial centre till labour unrest did it in.
Of late, the town has re-emerged in a new avatar to become a coaching hub for all sorts of competitive exams. It is also the backdrop of Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagat.
By the standards of those days we were a small family. Parents and four siblings, two brothers, two sisters. The eldest was Tanvi but Tanu for us. I was next. I am Ramesh, and so naturally called Ramu, what else.
Next was Bhagat but Baghi for the family. He didn't mind the appellation.
Santosh brought up the rear. Her pet name was Toasty but parents called her Bhichhu, as she was prone to tell the bitter truth with her toothy smile. And bite.
The siblings jelled well, particularly in adverse conditions. We named ourselves as the Fearsome Four.
The behaviour pattern of the Fearsome Four could easily have been included as a classic in any OB class of any Management school worldwide. But alas!
