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I Met Ratan

the other day, he was the usual self bubbling and cheerful talking with a gusto confirming with gestures Half of his talk I do not understand as he converses in a triple tone without modulations leaving the listener in a quandary. He speaks of his power and stature, harps on his wealth, builds slowly a caricature of himself, he an investing guru like Peter Drucker. My eyes gets stuck my mind travels elsewhere wherein I see him as a nonentity who lacks sense, who confirms his literality.

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