Diwali Dhamaka Author Speak: I wrote this one with sleepy eyes just because I was literally pushed to the wall. The style and idea is lifted from one of my previous posts but the content is new. A voice with mythological tone comes out of darkness: ‘Dear Vatsa, Open your eyes.’ I crash-landed from the world of dreams to reality. As I opened my eyes, I could see no one. Me: ‘Who is this? Where are you?’ Voice: ‘Moorkh. How can you see anyone in dark? Switch on the lights.’ Me: ‘Oops’. As I switch on the light I could see a heavenly figure in my room wearing outlandish dress from a mythological serial. I am taken aback. ‘Who are you?’ Heavenly figure (with a charming smile): ‘I am Laxhmidoot.’ Me: ‘Laxhmidoot!! It’s a strange name. Laxhmi seems to be a perfectly legitimate name for a guy also but I have never come across a Laxhmidoot.’ Laxhmidoot: ‘Well. It’s not exactly my name. It’s my designation. In our field of work we are not known by names but with rankings...