The Offer He Couldn't Refuse

The client location had a handful of vendors and WRSC held a major share as the contributor of manpower. But unlike WRSC, these vendors did host some parties and evening drinks and they did invite everyone including us.

WRSC do not usually host any such parties because there is hardly any fund allocated for it. But once, in my knowledge, there came a day when WRSC allocated £4.75 per person for team lunch. That meant only one drink per person.

Anyway, to utilize the fund, Bakshi got someone to order some doughnuts instead. As soon as the doughnuts reached the floor, Bakshi rushed across the workstations to grab one whole pack for himself. If I remember correctly, he stumbled over the chairs at least twice and almost pushed a young lad on to the floor before he got hold of the box.

Bakshi had a great appetite for free food and drinks but has never shown any pride in that. The stories are slightly different on other occasions. He usually crashes in without being invited, gets drunk and screws up the party royally. Client managers sometimes ask Bakshi's tails to make sure that Bakshi do not get drunk.

I remember this open-air party that was hosted near Barbican. It was late night and was pretty cold. Everyone cuddled on to their coats as they were having their drinks. But Bakshi decided to cuddle up a beautiful young sexy female consultant called Angela.

Bakshi was pushed away by two other girls before he ended up with her. She was pretty afraid to find a Frankenstein clinging on to her. 'Mr. Bakshi! I guess I need to go to the loo.' She stammered.

'You can be my friend but only on one condition.' Bakshi was making an offer.

'Yes Yes! But let me come back from the loo.'

'Yes, but don't you want to be my friend?' He replied without taking his hands that were wrapped around her.

'Of course, I do. But not right now.'

'Why not?'

'Coz I need to go to the loo.' She struggled to get his hands off her.

Bakshi didn't seem to have any plan to let her go. I was least interested to interfere and left him to hell with it. But this guy Nathan who was drinking with us took a step forward. He asked me to hold his drink.

'What are you going to do?' I was curious.

'I am going to fix him.'

'Don't create a scene. Don't forget that you need to see him again in the office tomorrow.' I said.

He gave me a naughty smile and walked across to Bakshi. We held our breaths as we watched him.

Nathan walked towards Bakshi with his hands in his pocket. Without taking them out he bent down and whispered a few words into Bakshi's ears. Bakshi didn't make a move for a few seconds. Then he took his hands off Angela and put them around Nathan and smiled. Nathan did smile as well. Angela took a deep breath to have some fresh air (without that stinking smell of pan (aka gutka, kaini, supari)) and rushed away into the toilet.

Nathan pushed Bakshi away and walked back to us. He took his drink back and took a big sip and gave me a frown of triumph.

'What did you tell him?' I asked.

'I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.' He replied but never told me what.

Months later I came to know what Nathan's offer was. Nathan seems to have told Bakshi something like this. 'I will kick your balls up your head if you don't let her go. You will have to wear your underwear on your head like a hat to cover them up ever after.'