He was jovial, playful, and kind — for a CEO. A fellow South Indian, I took him for more of an excitable uncle than a boss. We poked fun at one another, as everyone did over there. On Halloween he wore a bald cap, glasses, and a shawl, otherwise topless. It was an obvious joke, his playing Gandhi. Later that year I threw on an Indian accent and tucked in a button-down shirt to mime him in a skit. We hugged one another, got drunk together, shared a fondness for mozzarella sticks. My girlfriend at the time had the same name as his daughter.