MY DAD'S KIND BOSS... AND HIS EID BIRYANI
Pic.: Chetna Shetty M y dad was a mechanic, and he worked for many years in a workshop owned by a kind Muslim boss. I say kind for two main reasons... One: In spite of my dad’s huge weakness of drinking, his boss tolerated him for many, many years. My dad was a wonderful soul, very efficient in his job, too. But, because of his Sunday indulgence, almost every Monday used to be a nightmare for his boss... The hangover wouldn't allow my dad to go for work on a Monday; and, if he did, he would spoil the work of his boss’s clients! And, in spite this nuisance, my dad’s boss, who was a devout Muslim, put up with my dad, and allowed him to continue working till we, his five kids, grew up... Finally, one Tuesday morning - I remember this even now - just before I became a graduate, my dad’s boss sent my dad back, once and for all. The great Monday hangover had finally taken its toll... Well, that was long in waiting. Any other boss would hav...