It all began with a touch of the comic and the quixotic. The occasion was a lecture at the IIM(A), in the winter of 1983, over which I presided.
My good friend, R S Bhatt, was the speaker......Ravishankarbhai, as we called him, arrived duly and spoke authoritatively as expected.
We were running a little late and the professor closed the session and invited the next speaker without asking me to make any concluding presidential remarks.
There was nothing unusual in this since the director being in the chair was just a routine formality as a courtesy to the guest speakers; and I was certainly not anxious to speak.
Bhatt and I took our seats at the back of the theatre, and I soon discovered that Ravishankarbhai was livid.
