"One full scoop sir?" Hitesh was aghast.
"Yes, and then add the milk and some ice, like this" I was showing him how to fix the whey protein shake for me. That was an added responsibility over his task to ensure that I drink a glass of water every hour. His actual job was to wait over me, fetch and carry the files, control the entry to my room, and do sundry errands whenever I press the bell. A relic of the colonial times which has spilt over to this century, I am given a peon, who waits over me and carries the files and the bag in the evening. While the word peon has been replaced by a respectable word called 'Multi tasking staff', the work profile may include myriad things, like fixing my protein shake.
So now, visitors to my room see a funny sight during mid morning. A protein shake is fixed and shaken in full view, then kept on my table, usually over the files. As I sip and work and talk to visitors, I also end up preaching goodness of eating (and drinking) well to sundry Gujjus of Ahmedabad, who in turn tell me about the goodness of their chaas, the local buttermilk.
At times, I offer them the drink too, which almost everyone has declined till now. I discovered the reason. Apparently Hitesh has popularized my protein shake as "Sir's Bournvita" to the curious onlookers, and apparently Bournvita is known in this part as children's drink.