Exhibit V

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Part Deux - Page One

I am told that great people keep diaries, which they publish when they are old to cover their expenses. I feel great today and I would also like to invest in my future. So I have decided to keep a diary. At least for today. You never know what may become of tomorrow.

09 May 11 - Monday

No pizzas this week. That was my waking thought this morning. I woke up at 6. Ironing your clothes the previous day and having a shower the night before make you feel like you have a lot of time to do other things before you leave for office.

I called mum. She is now a partner in that chemical fertiliser distribution company. I do not know its name. I must ask her.

I called Lavanya to check how she was getting on with the work I asked her to do. She spoke in a hushed tone. I asked her if she was unwell. She laughed and said she was in the office and so spoke in a low voice. I said Baveeshna does that as well. Asking personal questions to people you do not know makes them feel at ease.

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I was reminded of the film Gangster No.1 midway through my breakfast. I told my self that I must dress up properly from now on, just as Paul Bethany does in that film. So I shaved, washed my hair and applied some gel. Such special days need special shirts. So I put on my only shirt with cuff-links.

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I was told to ready myself for an interview in 20 minutes. This will be my first time to be interviewed. In the next 20 minutes, I came up with five adjectives which I told myself I will use in the interview. I did not have a chance to use them; together or separately.

I guess the interview was not that bad because I was invited to a photo shoot this Friday to complete the story. Bad news. My experimentation with cheese and chocolate last weekend has had its lasting side effects, literally, and I do not want to be marked for eternity as the fat kid with a lump under his throat.

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That birthday cake is inviting. Yield. Don’t. Yield. Yield.

Yielded.

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It took forty minutes to shop a carton of milk and a bunch of bananas. Blame the summer and the girls in their short shorts.

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The sun is blazing. I might as well eat my dinner at 6 and wait for the sun to go down. I will then go for my run at 9.

It is 9 now. The movie is good. So are the chocolates. I should continue to watch the movie and finish the chocolates. I will run tomorrow. There is no point doing everything today. I must leave something for tomorrow to keep me going. Now, back to the movie.

stinky verses

Is it you?
Or
Is it you?
Accusing glances
On the left
Nostrils on rose petals
On the right
Barking dogs don't bite
Biting dogs don't bark
No Gollum says 'It's Mine'
Breaker of all tranquillity divine
In sweeping waves
From gluttons and anorexic babes
The mystery remains
And it is called the story of a smelly fart

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You Name it!

I am bad with names.

"So what was your name again?" That is something that a lot of people can associate with me. However, a deficiency in one area is always compensated by an ability in another.

My ability is to make up names.

I first started naming things when I was two or three years old. I named my dad's motorcycle Baaki. The motorbike did not look anything like Bhagyaraj and I have no clue as to why I named the bike Baaki.

Spot the difference

Then I went on to name my yet to be born sister Saamitha. For reasons I can not fathom, my parents did not like that name which is why my sister is now called Baveeshna.

What do you do when your parents don't approve of the things you are good at? Wait till you can earn your first bucks, break away from them and live your dream.

So after the Saamitha episode, I had to wait for a full 17 years before I got my first job and thus my first salary. I had to name something but did not possess anything that was mine.

So I went back to where it all started. I bought myself a motorbike and called it Snow White.

Snow White

That was not enough. 17 years of suppressed ability needed a vent. So I bought myself a mobile phone and called it Rosemary Telesco. Then I went on to buy a laptop called Isabella. This continued and I am now with Rosemary Telesco VI and Isabella Jr. A few years down the line, when I bought my first car, I named it Red-dy.

Reddy

When I sold my first car and bought another, I had to call it Jackson - after all Jinku Jackson has been sponsoring me all along since my financial independence.

Ask him and he is more likely to say my-financial-in-depend-ence-on-him

A picture is worth a thousand words

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