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Vyankatesh Mouleshwar

A man from Yavatmal district (in India) walks into a Starbucks in Dallas.  He shuffles his way to the cashier and asks for tea.  She asks what size.  He quickly gathers that there are small to large versions and points to the cup display indicating tall.  He does so with trepidation since 'Tall' appears to be the shortest cup in the lineup.  He questions his own wisdom but he needs a cup of tea.

She asks for his name.  Stunned momentarily with this turn of events Vyankatesh pauses.  That is his name but to trade a name for a cup of tea is unusual he thinks.

Then she repeats her question.  He decides to go for it.  Vyankatesh Mouleshwar.   She stares back.  He stares back. Then she resigns herself to the fact that she is a Starbucks employee who has been trained to work with all sorts of customers and begins to pen the name on the cup.  Now not very astute or trained in matters of circumference and font sizes she begins with her usual question # 2.

How do you spell it?  Vyankatesh who has by now figured this dilemma amongst his American colleagues and learned how spelling his own name works begins -

V for Victor
Y for Yak
A for Apple
and so on ... by the time he reaches M the barista realizes she has run out of ink in the pen.

There is a few minutes delay before she goes back to the task of penning the name on the cup.  Now they are at

L for Larry and whoa!  She runs out of room to finish the name - see the tall is a small diameter container and with a largish font size can barely fit Vyankatesh (which would have sufficed but none was wiser).

By now the entire queue behind Mouleshwar wanting a wake up drink has promptly dozed off.  One person has angrily called the manager to come out.  When he does this irate customer asks for his name - the manager begins - it is Dhiritarashtra Valmiki- spelled as D for David....

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