Rolling Kal strikes gold

I am mad at Kal Raman — he’s kept me waiting for 45 minutes. I threaten to leave, but don’t because he has a great story to tell — a textbook rags-to-riches tale. When he finally arrives, I mention punctuality, but he is sufficiently, and smartly, contrite. He isn’t feeling too well, and so on. In two minutes, I can see why the man who couldn’t “even say ‘My name is Kalyan Raman in English without shivering’”...

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