When you know that all your options except one are closed, then you put all your energies on that option. As suggested by Tiwari ji, R.K. Bajaj was my only hope. So I focused all my energies to making it a success.
Next day I reached the office of Bajaj Publications. At the gate I was stopped by a tall security guard, who would not let me in, despite all my pleadings. He had orders to not let anyone come in, unless Mr. Bajaj approved. I kept waiting outside for several hours, waiting for Mr. Bajaj to come out of office. It was 7 pm and I was feeling very hungry. But I didn’t want to miss a chance to meet the person who was my last hope.
Finally, a black color BMW car arrived at the gate, and Mr. Bajaj came out of his office. He looked like in his early fifties, very fair, with slight grey hair. He had a French-cut beard, and was wearing brown trousers, white shirt, and black blazer. Without any delay I approached him.
“Sir, please… I need your two minutes.”