I came across this asshole in my college days. He impressed me so much by telling me that he is into films. I did not have common sense to ask him…Sir—what in films? Using his persuasive skills he was able to flatter my father and enter home where he was given a feast of booze and the choicest grub. He used to sleep in my room. God, he used to stink so much as he never used to bathe. Then slowly he started taking me to shooting venues and he used to introduce me to producers and third grade actors. When I used to remind him, ‘will I get a chance?’ He used to smile a funny sort of smile and say so innocently, ‘Anand, your chance is coming soon.’ I waited and waited and nothing of that sort happened. Moorthi is a fucked up Brahmin. Brahmins wear a sacred thread around their body. When the fucker boozes, he removes the thread.