When Rajinikanth Rajan alighted from his SUV on Mint Road, the first thing he saw was the sagging Reserve Bank of India (RBI) building. As the rupee slumped, the building too had wilted. It now drooped wearily, wearing a defeated look. Rajan walked briskly past the officials lined up to greet him and leaned against the building, whistling a tune from Sivaji: The Boss, his hands in the pockets of his immaculately tailored trousers. And as he pushed gently, the walls straightened and the building stood erect and tall once again. Rajinikanth brushed the dust from his jacket and entered the central bank. On the eighteenth floor, he found Subbarao sitting in a corner, sobbing. “Only God,” he muttered as Rajan came in, “can save the rupee.” “Then I will order him to do so,” said Rajinikanth, picking up the phone...........
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