mr raisinghani and his excellent PR

i don't know why i recall him today after so may years... last i met him was way back in 1997... spoken to him last in 1998...10 good years...
he was an ex-employee of one one of the best financial institutions and i met him when i joined the same company, aeons after he had retired... he was introduced to me by one of the long-timers in the department... he had come with some insurance policy that he had managed to sell her... he looked a man in his 60s, a short, stalky man, with an untidy rubber brief case (possibly as old as himself), which had all the investment details of many people like my ex-colleague, with thick heavy glasses...
i gathered that he was an insurance agent and took a guarded stand, determined not to let go off my guard in the face of his charms... no way was i going to invest according to his recommendations...
but unknowingly, i began investing in policies (which i service even today and he still gets the commission, if he is still around)... company deposits, mutual funds... to the extent that he soon began coming home to impress upon the need of investment to B who was and is still least interested in any savings...
the last straw in the camel's back was when i returned from my maternity leave, joined back work... mr raisinhgani now had a new reason to convince me and us to save and invest more... we had R to raise, educate and marry off, he told us... when it did not cut much ice, he decided to do what a Sindhi (no i am not community-attacking) will never do... came home, saw R, carried her briefly and shoved a currency note in her hand, with the plea to invest that in a mutual fund in R's name... "Start now, so that when she grows, you need not worry," said he and was gone from our home while we were to stumped to tell him to wait... so quick was his exit... while R was nicely chewing the dirty paper that he had placed on her hand...