Govind the younger brother was more entrepreneurial of the two. He had great ideas of mixing business with pleasure. Well after office hours Godavari turned into a modelling agency, well-dressed young ladies would come to get their portfolios made. In his tastefully decorated office Govind held court with the girls. This was a good time to ask him to open his cabinet that housed expensive scotch. In these moments he revealed extreme charm and displayed uncharacteristic generosity of spirit.
The reception was manned by Pammi--my only true love. There was optimism in her low cut dress and hope in her cleavage. Because of her, the studio had a perpetual air of suppressed sexual tension. I felt deep sorrow when Govind, in absence of any other woman, took her to the high-band editing suite. I wanted to shield her from him, but couldn’t until I’d cracked the EC-780, the state-of-the-art editing controller that had just arrived. Neil Armstrong went to moon with less science than that required operating this monster.