Will You Sit With Me? ‘Till now we thought that your middle name is controversy; but now we know for sure that your surname and your first name is controversy as well. How dare you ask such a question?’ I can hear you, most gracious ILites. I can even see the angry frown on the beautiful faces of our wonderful moderators. But give me an opportunity to explain before you click your mouse. I am not asking you to sit with me in the park, beach or theatre. I am asking you to sit with me on the dais. Yes I had an opportunity to sit on the dais this morning as the Chairman of the Second Technical Session of our Chartered Accountants’ Seminar held here today. My session was on CBS Branches (i.e. Core Banking Solutions branches, branches which have ATM facility and ‘anywhere banking’ facility). I should confess here that the organisers of the seminar are a brilliant lot. They knew very well that the session will be too serious and too technical. They sort of wanted a relief like having a comedy track for a serious movie. Like having Vivek or Kaunda Mani blaberring some thing in the midst of a very serious story. They could not think of a better comedian than yours truly and I was on the dais. I am inviting you there not only to share my seat but some of my thoughts as well. Some of the thoughts I shared with my colleagues in the profession have relevance to all of us, whether we are lawyers, doctors, accountants, housewives, businesswomen or even janitors. I do not want to hold back anything from you and hence this thread. All of us are mortally afraid (we, chartered accountants, and especially mofussil accountants more so) that we may be soon be dispensed with by the onset of modern technology. You might be surprised to know that many professions have already vanished without leaving a trace. For example the people who draw hoardings. In those days I used to watch those poor artists sitting at a height of 100 feet from the ground drawing pictures of Shivaji Ganesan, MGR and Saroja Devi on giant size hoardings. But now with the advent of flexi boards and graphics printing there is absolutely no need for them. Now it is a part of the Madurai culture that even on the occasion of the girl child attaining puberty, a huge multi-coloured flexi-board showcasing the picture of the girl, her parents, grand parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and even her pet dog is placed in vantage points across the city. When I think of those artists who used to draw a hoarding for more than a week, my heart bleeds. They are nowhere to be seen. Many accountants have this mortal fear in them that they are slowly becoming obsolete. To bolster their confidence I narrated two events.