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"Well! I glad she registerYou know the government and nobody else did want to believe that I was even bornPeople had to swear and sign all sort of paper "All of we was register," Shama said "All of all-you _would_ be register He looked at the certificate"Savi? But I don't see the name here at all She widened her eyes"Shh!" "I not going to let anybody call my child Basso "Shh!" He understoodBasso was the real name of the baby, Savi the calling nameThe real name of a person could be used to damage that person, whereas the calling name had no validity and chanel cambon purse was only a convenienceHe was relieved he wouldn't have to call his daughter BassoStill, what a name! "Hari make that one up, eh? The holy ghost "Trust the pundit and the big thug "Man, what you doing?" He was scribbling hard on the birth certificate At the top of the certificate he had written: _Real calling name: LakshmiSigned by Mohun Biswas, father_Below that was the date They both felt that a government document, which should have remained inviolate, had been challenged He enjoyed her alarm, and looked at her closely for the first time since he had dior saddle comeHer long hair was loose and spread about her pillowTo look at him she had to press her chin into her neck "You got a double chin," he said Suddenly he jumped up"What the hell is this?" "Show me He showed her the certificateLabourer! Me! Where your family get all this bad blood, girl?" "I didn't see thatOccupation: Estate Manager "I wonder why he do that "Look, the next time you want a informant, eh, just let me knowCalling Lakshmi Basso and SaviLakshmi, is me, your father, occupation -- occupation what, girl? Painter?" "It make you sound like a house gucci hobo painter "Sign-painter? Shopkeeper? God, not that!" He took the certificate and began scribbling"Proprietor," he said, passing the certificate to her "But you can't call yourself a proprietorThe shop belong to Mai "You can't call me a labourer either "They could bring you up for this "You better go now, man The baby was stirring "Shh!" "Talk about the old thugThe old scorpion, if you ask me He left the dark room with its close medicinal smells, its basins and its pile of diapers and came out into the drawing-room where at one end the two tall chairs dolce gabbana handbags stood like thronesHe went through the wooden bridge to the verandah of the old upstairs where Hari usually sat reading his unwieldy scripturesShyly, he came down the stairs into the hall, anticipating much attention as the father of the newest baby in Hanuman HouseNo one particularly looked at himThe hall was full of children eating gloomilyAmong them he recognized the contortionist and the girl who had been running the house-game at The ChaseHe smelled sulphur and saw that the children were not eating food but a yellow powder mixed with what looked like condensed vuitton gold bag m