"But let's not have an apopletic fit just cos we're where the Harappans once were", he continued. Priyanka amused him. She seemed more involved with the Harappan era than her own. She probably wouldn't know who George Bush was but ask her about John Marshall and she wouldn't be able to stop talking. "Oh, stop pretending to be cool, Gaurav", she teased now, "I'll still like you if you drop your macho blase attitude". Gaurav smiled, " That's a weight off my mind. Now I can join in your cavorting enthusiasm, I suppose". "Guys, let's start unpacking", it was Arundathi. "The Big P says we can start a preliminary exploration today if we unpack quickly". The Big P, as they not-so-affectinately called their Professor was a big man, with an even bigger moustache that made him look like a walrus. He hired young Indian archeologists on pay that wouldn't be enough to sustain anything other than..well, a young Indian archeologist. And he would stop at nothing to get results. In spite of that Priyanka respected him, because archeology was his passion and the crimes he commited at her sanctum were pardonable. "Priyanka, Look", yelled Arundathi.