On Saturday, morning, I was at the house of my friend, who lives on the 21st floor, when the rains started flooding the city. I was worried how to get to the office as I could see the compound and the street beyond flooded. When the water level reached the 20th floor, my friend said: "Do not worry, I will take you to your office in the Nabila, the luxury yatch I bought from Adnan Khashoggi."
My friend talked on the intercom to his captain and summoned the yatch. Then he lent me white duck trousers, open-neck shirt, scarf, blazer and cap to wear on board.
The yatch arrived below us and my friend said: "Let us go down to the 20th floor. I will request the tenants there to allow us to get into the yacht from their bedroom window."
On board, there was a band playing. A canopy had been put on the deck to keep the rain out. The captain, a retired vice-admiral of the Western Naval Command, told me: "I am afraid, sir, there is no possibility of sun-bathing today, but you could use the artificial sunlight in the health club below."
"Don't worry, I am on my way to office," I said.
My friend took me down to the breakfast room. Romesh Bhandari, dressed exactly the way I was, in scarf and blazer, was eating a melon while a butler was pouring fresh coffee in his cup. There was also Chandra Swami, who took one look at me and dismissed me, probably realising I was a person of no consequence.
"Hello, everybody," I said, "sorry to take you out of your way, bur there is no other way of reaching the office and our friend has kindly offered to drop me."
A butler took me to a washroom, where I could wash my hands before sitting down to breakfast. The taps and other fittings were made of gold. At breakfast, we were joined by other guests. Some of them looked familiar, though I did not recognise any of them, except a lady who looked like Pamella Bordes double.
Later, I went on the deck and enjoyed the cruise. We were sailing over the Grant Road-Churchgate railway track. Underneath me, in the waters, officegoers were swimming to work. The captain had summoned a pilot to guide the yacht into the lane where the office is and I was dropped right at the gate. Romesh Bhandari said: "If you are writing anything, don‘t write I was there."
And when I entered the office and the chief saw me in the scarf and blazer and the admiral's cap, he said: "Who do you think you are, coming to office dressed like Commodore Gurnter Kreuger!"