How could it not hit him!!!!
Before Rupee has a chance to wander into the annals of his memory and construct the entire series of events, there is a sudden chatter and lot of noise at the doorstep. Rupee, annoyed at this interruption of his thought process, turns around towards the door. The Dollar cousin$!!!! Sam, Audi and their beautiful sisters Singa and Candy. Rupee had the hots for Singa some years ago but the only let down was her wierd accent la which she could can use all the times. Candy was always aloof and haughty- not as much giving a glance to Rupee ever. These 4 are always together, like a coterie. Making loud noise and gregarious entries wherever they go. Nice people but at times annoying... especially Sam- always interested in others' lives.
Rupee waves back in return to Audi and Sam and just turns around to reconstruct the happening of the past years while these 3 wander off into some corner where they will sit and comment on rest of the world.
Cira spring of 1992, all these retired chaps very much in business... Franc, Mark, Guilder Escudo ... all of them. In that year, the world was very different from the one today. Rupee's father was on his deathbed, Rupee family's fortunes had sunk to an all time low. He had to just fight and survive. He had heard about this grand party organized by the Guilder family in Maastricht. Rupee does not remember the reason for this party. Even though frail in health- Raj Licenseraj was still very much in some residual control and did not allow Rupee to go out clubbing etc. Also, the Rupees at that time were not in the same league to receive an invite for this grand bash.
A lot was spoken about this party, held on the outskirts of this Dutch city at a big farmhouse owned by the Guilders. The best of everything was arranged- wines, cheeses, absinthes, fresh fish, exotic fruits and salads, sushi and what not. The decor was one fit for a palace. Silver cutlery, pearl embedded chandeliers, persian carpets. Nothing was left to be desired. The high gentry and aristocracy mingled with each other. Beautiful arm candies brought in specially for the event from Russia, Uzbek and other CEE nations were the cynosure of all eyes. Rupee saw the photos of the event. Mark and Franc were looking splendid. Then in their youth- impeccably dressed and radiant. The ladies were dazzling in their designer gowns - Lira, Drachma and Peseta - the center of attaction at that bash. Beautiful necklaces adorning their necks - they were like fairies.
There was a lot of singing and dancing and of course drinking copious amounts of wine and absinthe. As the evening tanned to night, Franc, Mark and Guilder were seen sneaking into some dark corner of the vast farmhouse. The Dutch were quite liberal when it came to use of drugs and it was no surprise to comprehend what these 3 youngsters were upto. They were then seen walking around in some haze and in a more-than-spirited demeanour. As the night progressed- there was more dancing, more drinking and some more rounds to the corners of the fields. This time- the 3 girls were also game for some smack.
Slowly the as the night advanced, the revelry started declining. People started making their way back home after an evening of exclusive wines, sumptuous exotic spread of food, great music and dance.
Mark, Franc, Guilder, Escudo and some of their neighbourhood friends along with Lira, Peseta, Drachma and some selected Soviet girls Tolar, Koruna etc stayed back at the big garage at the far end of the farmhouse. What followed after that could be described as - alcohol fuelled drug infested testosterone induced orgy. The generations of aristocratic respect and pride being torn apart in an act of repulse and shame. Nobody was in their senses to even realize the consequences of this act. The morning after was quite awkward but dealt away in silence.
The word about this dastardly act and the night spread slowly within the families - when the first signs became visible on the girls. All these families were distantly related via ancestry. Mark, Franc and Guilder - the more brash and outspoken of the lot did not as much have any guilt or remorse about this act. An apology was made to the 3 girls' families and vast sums of money owed by the girls' families were just waived off as a gesture of repentance and guilt. The Soviet imports were paid off to remain silent and were given temporary rooms to stay at the Guilder mansion till a suitable time would come in the future.
Things just went to worse from this point. There were medical complications because of the unfavourable gene pool mix ups. There were some miscarriages as well. Some rumours say that there was a still born as well but nothing was ever proved as the family mansion was off limits to any outsider and all doctors and medics were sworn to secrecy. Such was the level of secrecy that even Franc, Mark et al were not even informed about the medical catastrophe involved in the labour room.
All that came out from that room was - there was a male child born and the name of the mother was not disclosed. It was decided that a communal family system be followed where all the girls would be mommas to the new born and all the men be it's papas. This would ensure that the responsibility would be shared by all involved in that night of debauchery.
Thus was born EURO the result of still-hushed up-but-now-widely-known teenage escapade from the noblest families of Europe with perhaps some rumoured dash of Soviet genes as well (remember Koruna and Tolar???). The progeny of several most powerful families of Europe with a future, widely predicted by many - to be one of a Prince!!!!
But was it to be that way?
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