[This is a work of fiction. Resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental]
Danguli leans back into the comfortable board-room chair. “For coach, I am going with Anil Bumble. Great slide deck, nice bar graphs, professionally formatted strategy document, vision plans, effort tracking tools, and, what can I say, he has a good brain for “Anil-atics”.” Danguli allows himself a sideways grin, “Kya PJ mara yaar”.
“Last time you looked at a bunch of fancy graphics on screen and got so excited, we got Chappall”. WWF Laxman says, adjusting his hair.
“There is a difference.”
“What? The font size?”
“No”, says Danguli with a smug grin, ” This time I am not playing.”
Laxman leans forward. “I still think we should go with Bom Moody”.
“No no”, Danguli shakes his head animatedly, “One Modi in Delhi is enough. No need for another.”