I had recently started working as a financial analyst in the Bombay branch of a small but prestigious wealth management firm. Their clientele was very exclusive, staff size small at just under 50, and they usually hired only one person a year, so I was pretty pleased to get selected from what had been at least a hundred other applicants like me from other reputed companies. The pay was phenomenal, the work challenging and my colleagues were all brilliant people, highly qualified and accomplished.
A month after I started work there, my wife and I got invited for a company party that was going to be held at a senior partner’s bungalow in Malad, a northern suburb of Bombay. It was Friday night, and my wife Usha and I were going to drive there. This was the first time Usha was going to meet my colleagues and I had praised all my colleagues and bosses so much, that she was looking forward to meeting them all.