Miraculously, both Jack and I passed that exam. He, Karantha, would just open and close his mouth like a goldfish, making a sound like steam escaping from a kettle and retire clutching the left side of his chest. What I was leading to, actually is that Jack's work left even Karantha speechless. He was particularly worshiped by a mouse-like supervisor named Hebbar, who endeared himself to us by grabbing the hot end of a poker in smithy class one day and doing a good impression of a Sioux war dance complete with yips and howls. Self important prigs strutting around thinking no end of their craftsmanship would be speedily deflated by a few well orated barbs from this latter day Stalin. Karantha whose acid tongue was dreaded by all. The workshop there was run by a dictatorial gent named K.V.K. He was the only guy who was worse at mech engineering workshop class than I was, which did wonders for my self esteem because otherwise, I should surely have taken to drink (Sheela read this over my shoulder and said 'What? You mean you haven't already?'. Jack D Daniels (not his real name), with whom I did my stretch at Manipal-on-the-hill, that producer of fine engineering minds, is a prince amongst men. Plus, back then, beer was real inexpensive. Not all the details are fresh in my mind.

I am of course looking way back in time, when was in engineering college. Not surprisingly, they are the most interesting.

I've known a few interesting people in my time and some of them have been friends for ages.

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