Early-mid 2011, I'm heading to the subcontinent. I want to meet with attorneys who might be interested in working with me. I'm calling firms in Mumbai and Delhi from my 阿波座 basement office.
The same office the police later chase me into as I held my daughter in my arms, and slammed the door on them to keep them out.
Imagine Wako albeit the only gun I got is my phone.
I research attorneys in Delhi, the capital, and Mumbai, the financial capital. I make a laborious list on my 26" dual screen Mac Pro desktop. 1 vertical. I collect the phone number for at least 50 attorneys, and then begin calling. I'm asking to speak with a specific attorney. Before transferring me, the legal secretary repeatedly asks me
What is your God name?
Repeatedly. Every firm, every call screen, if the speaker wants to know my name xhe asks for my God name.
Well. Those Dot Indians certainly seem to be ahead of the curve.
Fly from KIX to Mumbai. Same question. My God name? Allen? I guess? What god? Whose god? Hm.
Finally, I'm sitting across from one of the sharpest attorneys I've ever had the honour of sharing a room with. I screw together my courage. We ask
Why do they keep asking for my god name?
I was thinking maybe this is some sort of Indian theistic thing. Perhaps all Hindis have a God name? First I heard of.
The attorney, a Sikh, as are the sharpest attorneys I've ever met, was in full headdress. Not feathered, as is their wont. He seemed somewhat perplexed. "What do you mean?" he asked. I explained.
They seem intent on deifying me. 英語。What a concept.
