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Start of Quote:

"Coase argues that the size of a firm (as measured by how many contractual relations are "internal" to the firm and how many "external") is a result of finding an optimal balance between the competing tendencies of the costs outlined above. In general, making the firm larger will initially be advantageous, but the decreasing returns indicated above will eventually kick in, preventing the firm from growing indefinitely."

End of Quote.

And about thirty other pages of this.

Lying awake in Room No. 11, spread on the mattress while the incumbent owner of the room lies comatose with his own personal copy of hell on the bed. Nearing midnight, and a tutorial at nine in the morning tomorrow.

Sigh.

A knock on the door. The door ajar, self and room owner eye it with suddenly awakened interest. A curly haired head pops around. Grin on face, it raises eyebrows and asks a question.

Three people traipse out to the common room.

One of the bulbs - the one near the TV room, is not working. The tubelight towards the side of the TV room is not working either. There are cake crumbs on the floor towards the side of the water cooler.

There is one good racket, and all the others are screwed up. Some have peeled off scotch tape at the bottom, others have the rubber chipped off at places, still others have wobbly handles. Through a long drawn out process of checking each one exhaustively, the preferred weapon is drawn out.

There is no ball.

The Sports Secy. is woken up, the ball taken.

Game on.

Loser leaves, but no guy can play more than two games consecutively. Games of 21, one after the other. Occasional breaks to go the the water-cooler, occasional breaks for the odd sutta. Drop shots and smashes, intricate rallies and awesome winners. Balls that kiss the net and fall now on this side, now the other. Balls that land on the very edge and trickle down, retrieves that draw applause. Heavy topspin, and wicked serves. Deuce after deuce in some of the games, and love games dealt out in others.

Quick check of watch shows it to be nearly four in the morning. Tired and sweaty, beat but awake, they clamber onto the bikes and head off to Nal Stop.

Kanda pohe and upma. Sheera and sabudana khichadi. Hot cups of chai and another sutta.

Newspaper vendors arrange their delivery lots and the occasional police jeep passes by. One last cup of chai, and the ride back up Law College road to the hostel. Entry by the gate at the back - the pale yellow light of the sulphur lamp.

Back to the room.

Start of quote:

"Coase argues that the size of a firm (as measured by how many contractual relations are "internal" to the firm and how many "external")..."

F*** it. Good night.

Amen.