Why do you look so hassled?’, I asked Mukesh, one of the office boys who’s otherwise always seen smiling from north to south pole. ‘Ma’am mujhe Rakhi ki chinta ho rahi hai,’ he replied. ‘Biwi ki chintaa karna chhod do, woh toh khud apne aap mein ek chinta hoti hai,’ I said, patting my own back for the silly joke. ‘It’s not my wife’s name, I’m talking about the festival,’ he grinned.‘My sister will be tying Rakhi to me for the first time after she got married two months back. Not sure how much to give her. Sasuraal mein uski izzat rakhni hai.’ The Nirupa-Roy-in-1970s music suddenly started playing in my mind and I was about to begin a lecture on how regressive is it to stress about dena dilaana in today’s age, when he took off.