Lest Ye Be Judged

Chapter 5: Lest Ye Be Judged

“The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth”*

The downpour spattered hard against the window. Looking out, Marita watched as the front gate opened into the courtyard. Locked in her room like a prisoner, she flinched when she saw her father’s limousine drive through the front gate, then her tears started to fall as profusely as the drops of rain outside on the window.

She was scared of her father, although he had never hit her, his possesiveness and his intense stare often felt worse than any slap in the face ever could.

She remembered how much she loved him when she was a child. How he often read her a bedtime story, then tucked her in and kissed her goodnight on the cheek.

He seemed happy back then. He regularly took the time to play with her. They often played board games – usually checkers, and he always let her win.

She was the apple of his eye; she was daddy’s little girl, but everything changed drastically after her mother died.

Gina Vespuccio had known Luigi Campese since they were children in Palermo, Sicily. They went to the same school together, and Luigi walked her home almost everyday, carrying her school books for her.

Luigi always let it be known that he had a crush on Gina, and that one day he would make her his bride. Gina always giggled at his over-zealous exuberance and she would say, “Never.”

But deep down inside she was flattered, and even as a boy Luigi was a leader who had a way with words, and Gina always admired his confidence.

When they were sixteen years old, Luigi told her that he was running away to America, promising that he would return one day and take her away with him to be his bride.

Even though he didn’t tell her, Gina knew the real reason that Luigi was leaving town. He said that he had been working in Napoli, but she had heard otherwise and so had the police.

He had gotten himself involved with some bad boys, but he was an enterprising young man, and he had given her some rather lavish presents with his ill-gotten gains, so who was she to question him?

Before he left, Luigi took Gina out for dinner, then afterwards he took her in his arms and kissed her for the very first time. Again he confessed his love for her and vowed to return for her when the time was right.

Luigi had always kept his word, and Gina vowed to herself that she would wait for him. She always regretted not telling him that she loved him too when he had kissed her that night, but her heart was beating so fast that she could hardly catch her breath, let alone speak.

Luigi left Palermo with his good friend Leno Bellini. They ended up in Montreal because Bellini had some family there that were involved in the construction business, which was mostly organized by the mafia.

Leno’s uncle Roberto took a liking to Luigi and treated him as one of his own. At night, while Leno went out gallivanting with the other youths, Luigi would visit with Roberto.

They played chess, and Roberto would talk about business. He taught Luigi about how his construction business was perfect for laundering all the money that was made from his extra curricular activities: drugs, prostitution, gambling, and loan sharking.

Luigi had a natural talent for negotiation, organization, and collection of payments, so over the next couple of years with his help, Bellini Construction and their black market subsidiaries grew substantially.

Hungry for wealth and power, Luigi developed a network of connections on his way up through the ranks. Yet still, he did not forget about Gina.

They wrote to each other regularly, and Gina savored every word of every letter. Fortunately, both of them found it easier to express their deepest feelings for each other on paper.

Every month Luigi sent her more than enough money so that she lacked for nothing, and Gina always graciously accepted it without question.

When everything was in place, instead of taking the risk of going back home, Luigi sent Gina the airfare to Montreal. She flew first class, of course.

Despite being raised to wait until she was married, Gina gave herself to Luigi on her first night in Montreal because after all, Luigi had proposed to her that night, and she had said yes.

With Gina by his side, Luigi’s empire grew. Gina never questioned how her husband became so wealthy. He provided her with an opulent lifestyle and that was all that she needed to know.

Don Luigi, as he came to be known, had many philanthropic endeavors. He was also well loved in the community because he never abused his power.

Marita grew up more than a bit spoiled, but Luigi taught her to respect money. The more you had, the more you had to give, and sharing was a gift to both parties.

When Marita was a teenager, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Luigi spent a fortune and used his many connections to get her the best care possible. For over two years he prioritized his wife’s treatment.

After Gina passed away, Luigi fell into a deep depression and started drinking excessively. Whereas before he was known as a level headed negotiator, now he easily ordered a hit on anyone who became problematic to his business.

He also became overly possessive of Marita. He had her taken out of public high school and sent to a private girls school. She also could not leave the estate without just cause, and without two bodyguards in tow. Occasionally, her best friend Amanda could come over on weekends, but that was about it.

Only after she legally became an adult and begged her father to let her go to public college did Luigi let her have some semblance of normalcy to her life, but boys were strictly forbidden.

All through college, Luigi had her driven to and from the campus. He also had her spied on regularly during school hours.

Marita always got extremely high marks and proved herself to be a serious student. After she graduated from college, Luigi gifted her with a Bentley Continental T, and only then did he loosen up on the leash a little bit.

During her first year in university, Marita met Charles Stokes, or Chuck as she liked to call him. Despite being forbidden to date, she felt that as an adult, she did deserve to have a life.

She was aware that her father had her spied on regularly, so she made allowances for that. For almost a year, she arranged regular secret meetings with Chuck by coordinating their agendas. She also dropped some of her classes and started wearing a disguise, so that she could sneak off campus with him.

Chuck accepted that her father was overly possessive, but because Marita did not tell him exactly who her father was he did not fully understand the possible repercussions of getting involved with her. However, he did find out abruptly.

After Don Luigi found about their relationship, instead of having Marita taken out of school, he had Chuck beaten up so severely that he couldn’t finish out the semester, and of course, until he was too scared to ever see Marita again.

Marita hated her father for what he had done to Chuck, but she remained determined to graduate from university. Yet she wouldn’t even dare look at another young man out of fear of him being threatened or beaten to a pulp.

When she first saw Luca Amadeo in her father’s home office, she knew. Although Luca tried hiding it, there was no denying the spark of desire that flashed in his eyes.

His stature, his very essence exuded an inner confidence, and his dashing good looks turned her insides to jelly. Marita made up her mind right then and there that if an opportunity ever presented itself, he would be hers.

Then she found out everything that she could about mister Luca Amadeo. Which was easy because she often overheard her father and his cohorts talking about Amadeo because they were all so impressed with him.

Marita had loved Chuck in her own way, but he came from a well-to-do family, and he was a bit soft, whereas Luca was a tough looking wiseguy who wouldn’t cow down to anyone.

She often went downstairs to her father’s home office in hopes of seeing Luca again, but she didn’t see him again until a few months later when he suddenly appeared at their country estate.

On that fateful Friday night when he was invited for dinner, in order to discuss business with Don Luigi, it was all Marita could do to hide her excitement. When she heard that he was to spend the weekend in their guest house, she knew immediately what she must do.

She knew that her father would stay up late drinking too much, as was his custom, so she served him a few extra strong drinks herself just to make sure that he would sleep late the next day.

After Chuck had been scared off, Marita got a prescription of valium to help her sleep, and on that Friday night she crushed some up and slipped it into a few of her father’s drinks, and those of his two bodyguards.

Bruno and Johnny had been with Don Luigi for many years and they had become good friends. They often drank with the Don when they were off duty, so they also kept the same hours as him, and Luigi usually went to bed drunk around three o’clock in the morning and woke up around noon.

Marita got up early that Saturday morning to shower and shave her legs, then she put on her bikini bathing suit and left the mansion undetected.

She planned to knock on the door of the guesthouse, then while striking a pose, ask Luca if he wanted to join her for a swim in their private lake, but just before knocking she heard the faint sound of music coming from around the side of the house.

Peeking around the corner, she saw Luca sitting on the beach playing guitar. Listening intently, she was surprised to hear him playing a classical piece.

Approaching from behind, she waited until he finished playing then she applauded. Luca jumped up and glared at her, but when he noticed that she was in a bikini his face mellowed out.

“Good morning, sorry that I startled you, but that was a lovely song you were playing.”

“Yes, good morning. That’s okay… that was one of my own compositions, so I’m glad you liked it.”

“I just came to see if you might like to go swimming with me? My father rarely gets up before noon nowadays, and I’m sure that Bruno and Johnny are probably sleeping one off too.”

“Yeah, they sure out drank me last night,” Luca said, “so…well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“Ah yes,” Marita said,”that saying never gets old, especially to us Italians.”

When Luca came back out of the guesthouse with his shorts on, Marita was just as stimulated by his physique as he was with hers.

For the next couple of hours they swam and had fun in the sun sitting on the beach. The conversation just flowed. and Marita was impressed. She was a well read university student, and Luca was able to converse with her on virtually any subject. He also had a penchant to doth poetic, and she loved poetry.

Luca on the other hand, found Marita to be interesting and intelligent, but he often found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying. The sun cascading off the surface of the lake sparkled in her enticing brown eyes, and her healthy, tanned skin conjured up images in his mind of her ancestors filling up their baskets full of grapes on some Italian hillside.

Her ample bosom and curvaceous hips filled him with a yearning that he had never known before. He had to keep telling himself that she was Don Luigi’s one and only daughter, and that Don Luigi was not a man to fool with.

Marita however, had already made up her mind. She refused to spend the rest of her life catering to her father’s overprotective insecurities. She was a good girl. Only once had she gone against her father’s wishes, and she had paid dearly for that, but enough was enough.

As soon as she graduated from university she planned to write her first novel, and one day she would have a husband and some children and a life.

Her mother had died, and in a way so had her father, but the time had come for her to spread her wings, so to speak, and leave the nest. She knew that she had to seize this once in a lifetime opportunity, or she’d forever live in regret.

Just before ten o’clock that morning Marita said,”Luca, I’m getting chilly, why don’t we go inside for a cup of tea?”

Inside the guesthouse Luca sat at the kitchen table watching Marita prepare the tea. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Walking around the kitchen in her bikini, arching her back while she poured the water – she knew what she was doing.

Luca was grateful that the tabletop top was hiding what was underneath – his prodigious manhood as it throbbed in appreciation of Marita’s efforts to entice him.

He kept telling himself that it was okay to talk to her and to look at her, but nothing more. He couldn’t let himself get involved with Don Campese’s daughter. He was his Don, and to be disloyal to him could be fatal.

He kept repeating that over and over again in his mind, and it seemed to be working, but then Marita leaned over the table to give him his tea.

Her cleavage spilled over before his eyes. He could smell her femininity, and he ached to taste deeply of its pleasures.

“You want to know something Luca?” Marita said.”My father is a well respected man who likes to control everything, but I’m twenty-four years old now, and it’s time for me to break free from his tyranny.”

Luca throbbed even more when Marita moistened her lips with her tongue seductively and leaned closer to him.“Luca, do you find me attractive?”

His manhood started pulsating in sync with his rapidly beating heart. Forget about Don Campese. Mesmerised by Marita’s beauty and intoxicating aroma Luca said, “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Moving in closer to him, Marita said. “Then kiss me.”

Later, at around eleven thirty in the morning, Marita slipped her bikini back on. She was going to dive into the lake then make her way back into the mansion. If anybody saw her then she would just tell them that she had gone for a swim. “Luca, that was incredible. I’ll see you later at dinner, okay sweetie?”

Smiling contentedly, Marita left the guesthouse thinking that Chuck was nothing compared to Luca, and she already felt that she was head over heels in love with Luca.

With his heart still pounding rapidly, Luca lied motionless on the bed staring up at the ceiling in disbelief about what he had just done.

He had always been a risk taker, but not a fool. The rush of adrenaline from breaking a few rules had always been a weakness of his, but this time was different.

He had always calculated the risk factor into his decisions. He had always weighed the pros and cons of whatever he did, but not this time.

Then after he recalled the earth shattering experience of their intimacy, he decided that it had been worth it. It’s all right – she’s a goddess sent from heaven. And although it seemed a bit too soon to him, he knew that he was already in love with Marita.

For close to six months after that day, Marita would sneak over to Luca’s place to visit him whenever she was sure to get away with it. Every golden moment was savored by the both of them.

Marita grew to hate her father even more for making her sneak around with the man that she loved, so she devised a plan – two weeks later she intentionally let herself be seen sneaking out of the mansion so that she would be followed to Luca’s place.

The next day, Don Campese sent Bruno and Johnny around to give Luca a talking to that was intended to be much worse than the one that had been given to Charles Stokes. However, there were some major differences between Charles Stokes and Luca Amadeo.

Bruno and Johnny had spent too many years relying on intimidation. As Don Campese’s personal bodyguards they were still respected and feared, but too much pasta and vino through the years had slowed them down. Conversely, Luca ate well, exercised often, and practised self-defense regularly.

Luca did what he had to do to defend himself, and both Bruno and Johnny ended up with broken noses and a couple of broken bones each.

Their lives had been spared because Luca knew first hand about all the legal repercussions involved in taking a life – even in self-defense.

Marita needed things to reach the breaking point because she longed to be with Luca all the time. She intentionally let herself be followed to his place because she knew how strong he was, and she had watched him practice his zen karate combat techniques.

Stealing from her father was easy. He had a fortune in blood money, and he had profited greatly from the addictions and misery of others.

All of her life she had been a good girl, but what did that get her? Lonely and broken hearted, or sneaking around like some kind of criminal with the man that she loved.

Marita sometimes wondered how many lives her father had taken with his own hands on his way to the top, and how many people he had ordered to be killed since then.

Plus, the more than quarter of a million dollars in cash that she took from his home safe was only a minute fraction of what would one day be hers. But if she had to wait until her father died in order to be free – she would rather lose a fortune, but gain a life.

Of course, she always knew that her father’s home safe was behind her mother’s portrait above the fireplace, and that the combination was her mother’s birth date.

What might be a fortune to many was a mere pittance to the mighty Don Campese, but with that kind of money her and Luca could go almost anywhere.

However, it would be too risky to try to get out of Canada right away because she knew that her father would immediately have all of the border crossings, airports, train, and bus stations monitored.

Disguising themselves and driving out west was so simple. It was an adventure driving across Canada, and everything was going so well until Julius Szabo found them on Vancouver Island.

And now here she was all alone like a prisoner in solitary confinement and for what? For falling in love? For daring to live her life?

Shaking, Marita closed her eyes and pictured Luca. His lopsided grin with the one dimple, the powerful physique that could be so gentle, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to look right into her soul.

Her heart ached to hold him, to keep him safe. He was her soul-mate and she could never give up hope. She just couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing him again.

Her eyelids flew open at the sound of the key unlocking her bedroom door. Then she heard her father’s heavy footsteps approaching until she could see him standing behind her reflected in the window.

Determined not cry, Marita did her best to compose herself. She could not let this man that she had grown to despise take control of her emotions.

However, Luigi saw the fearful look on her tear stained face reflected in the window, so he went and sat on the edge of her bed.

Waiting, hardly able to breath, Marita didn’t know what to expect. Whatever it was that he had to say, he would say it, and it would be done. Just like all moments in time, eventually this too shall come to pass. Luca had taught her that.

At first, she thought that she heard some distant thunder growing louder, but after listening intently, Marita realized that it was her father starting to sob.

“When you were a little girl, you were the greatest joy in my life. I would deal with the cold outside world then I would come home, and you would always run up to me shrieking “daddy”, and I would lift you up in my arms, giving you a hug and a kiss.”

But that was long ago and far away, thought Marita.

“I was never happier than when I was with you and your mother together. I did what I had to do to provide for my family as best I could. I wasn’t proud of some of the things that I had to do, but I wasn’t ashamed either. Another time and place, and I would have been other than what I was.”

Marita had never heard her father talk like that before. It was certainly better than what she had feared might happen.

“Such is fate, such is life. You do your best with the hand that you are dealt, or you lose the game.

“I never wanted anything more than to be with you and your mother, and for the both of you to be happy and healthy.

“And I knew that one day some lucky young man would ask for your hand, and that I would let you go as all fathers must do. But somehow, I lost sight of that when I lost your mother.”

As she listened to her father’s sobbing grow louder, the tears began rolling down Marita’s cheeks again.

“She was my love, she was my life, but she was also your mother, and I am ashamed that I was not stronger for you, and… I am sorry Marita,”

As she heard her father get up and slowly walk towards the door, Marita wanted to run over and give him a hug, but then she remembered what he had done.

She also wanted to ask him about Luca, but she just couldn’t. She had to believe that Luca was still out there somewhere in the world, and that one day they would be reunited.

She heard her father close the door, but she didn’t hear him lock it. Still stunned, Marita sat there motionless until the wave of nausea hit her.

Just like she had done for the past few mornings, Marita ran to the washroom to throw up. At first she thought that it was because she was so worried about Luca, but now Marita wondered if maybe it was something more.

This is an original fictitious story by Herb Norcott.

Quotes – *William Shakespeare.


In The Line Of Fire

Chapter 17: In The Line Of Fire

“Our Brains Become Magnetized With The Dominating Thoughts Which We Hold In Our Minds”*

The slightly opened windows up in the front of the van gave Billy little reprieve from the summer heat. Lying there drenched in sweat, looking through the sight of the rifle barrel, he still had some time to think.

Every night and day for the past several weeks he had asked himself if what he was planning was the right thing to do. He understood that he no longer needed to do it, but his tormented mind ached to carry out the deed.

Weeks before, just to get a feel of what it might be like, he cut out a small hole in the back of his van. Now, lying there aiming his rifle out of that hole, Billy questioned what had taken hold of him.

At night, tossing and turning in his bed, all of his thoughts were filled with visions of vengeance. Walter had talked to him about a God of some kind, and Billy had to admit that there did seem to be some kind of intelligent life force inside of everything, but some people just seemed to push their luck.

He didn’t get it at all. How come some people thought that they could lie to his face, falsify evidence in court, and basically kidnap his kid under the guise of the law, and think that they could get away with it?

If he did that to somebody, he would fully expect to have some serious repercussions come his way. But then again, he would never be that cruel.

It just wasn’t right he reasoned, and someone had to take a stand and that someone was him. For all of the families that she and her kind had torn apart. For all of the parents who had been falsely accused and had their lives ruined, he had to do it for them.

He couldn’t let her ever put anyone else through that living hell ever again, she had to be stopped. Yet still, what would happen if he got caught? Ten years in prison, or maybe more.

And what if Walter was right about the law of the boomerang as he had liked to call it – the law of cause and effect? Billy really didn’t get that, but what if all things really did return?

Walter was the wisest person that he had ever known, but it seemed as though lots of people go through life hurting others without getting back what they deserve, and many of them didn’t even seem to feel guilty about it either.

Just then Sheree Dumas came out of the front of the office building where she worked. With his forearm, Billy wiped the sweat from his brow and took aim.

Watching as Dumas made her way to the front step, he was repulsed by her immensity. The thick folds of flab quivered like jello with her every step. As he watched her, Billy was filled with a hate that he had never known before.

Lining up her skull in his cross sights, Billy started to gently press down on the trigger, but then he let up on it  because he started to snicker at her hair.

Dumas had gotten her afro straightened out and her hair dyed a copper blonde, and Billy thought that she looked ridiculous.

After taking a deep breath, Billy squeezed his left eye shut and lined her up in his rifle sight again, but then a drop of sweat singed its way into his right eye.

“Damn it!” Wiping his eye with a sweaty palm only made it worse, so he crawled up to the front of the van to get a kleenex to wipe it with.

Getting back into position, he blinked several times, took a deep breath, and lined Dumas up again. She had only gone down two steps, then after going down another step, she stopped to catch her breath. As she held onto the rail, she got ready to go down another step.

Billy started to press down on the trigger again, but then he stopped to question himself again. The smell of the gun oil suddenly started to make him feel nauseous. Looking at Dumas struggle her way down the stairs, Billy realized that in a way, she was already getting what she deserved.

Dumas was orca fat, and that in itself must cause her suffering in several ways; poor health, limited mobility, and people must often gawk and laugh at her. She must feel dreadful about her weight and maybe, Billy thought to himself, that was why she was so mean to others.

No, he realized that killing her would only put her out of her misery. Yes, he would be doing the world a favor, but he would also be doing her a favor.

Then he remembered how she had kidnapped his daughter under the guise of the self-righteous, hypocritical justice system, and for that, she did deserve a bullet to the brain.

It wasn’t only that though. In most of his encounters with her, Dumas had often blatantly lied to him, and Billy always found it to be an incredible insult to his intelligence.

And she had constantly provoked him. So many times he had to hold back the urge to get up out of his chair and kick her in the teeth like she deserved. But, he didn’t do it for Peyton’s sake.

Then he thought about Ayla. Dumas had stolen her baby virtually right after she had been in labor for a full day. She just walked right into the hospital room with her lies and kidnapped their baby. Billy remembered the smug look on her face when Dumas had left the hospital room.

Again Billy questioned what he was thinking of doing. It was the ultimate sin, but then again, the police, lawyers, judges, and social-workers did many illegal things. Then they helped each other cover them up.

Then again, if he got caught, his life would be ruined. Then he’d be singing to the boys in cellblock C or wherever, instead of up on a stage.

Billy came to the full realization that there was no way that he could handle a cage. Then he thought to himself, then you better make damn sure that you never get caught.

The first bullet hit Dumas right in the center of her stomach. Stopping, she looked down in disbelief and put a hand on her belly. Then she pulled her hand away, looking wide eyed at her blood stained palm.

The second bullet went in through the front of her right shoulder and tore out the back. Dumas started to spin around, but her legs gave out and falling to her knees she lurched forward as the third bullet penetrated her left thigh. Then she fell forward and rolled down the stairs.

A man who was walking up the stairs saw her roll on by, so he rushed to her side to help, then called 911. A small crowd formed around her, and after taking her pulse, the man said, “Stand back everyone and give her some air.”

As he heard the wail of a siren in the distance, adrenaline filled Billy’s veins with an excitement that was only comparable to when he sang up on stage in front of a huge audience.

Starting up the van, he carefully made his way into traffic. He had intentionally aimed his shots in order to maim Dumas and not to kill her, and as he looked over at the scene on the stairs, it reminded him of a group of people standing around a beached whale wondering what to do.

Then with a smug grin on his face, Billy said out loud, “ Well, I guess Walt was right…all things do return.”


This is Chapter 17 of Bound To Change: Imagine The Possibilities by Herb Norcott.

Quote – *Napoleon Hill.

*Any resemblance of these fictitious characters to real people is purely intentional, however the story is just a figment of my imagination.


How To Truly Succeed

“Success Is Nothing More Than A Few Simple Disciplines, Practiced Everyday”*

Success usually means something different to different people. There’s several definitions for it, and there’s lots of books on success, but with that being said how come very few people are actually successful?

Most people take their place in line in their steel coffins doing nine to five just to pay the bills. They live lives of mediocrity all the while living vicariously through movie stars, musicians, or their sports heroes.

Most everyone knows that deep down inside they were meant for something more. They also know that they have the capabilities, talents, and yearnings to achieve much more.

Yet like their natural talents that never get developed, their hopes and dreams fade away until in their time of dying they say, “I shoulda,… I coulda.

“Success Is Steady Progress Towards One’s Personal Goals”*

Everyone’s idea of success may differ, but most of us would agree that we all desire to attain our own personal idea of success.

We already know that the basic rules for success are defining your goal, seeing it in your mind’s eye, feeling it as though it was a present fact, taking action, staying disciplined, determined, and studying up on whatever it is, etc.

But even harnessing the power of all those qualities of mind won’t get you true lasting success if there’s one essential ingredient that’s missing.

The reason that most of us line up during rush hour to get to some job that we don’t even like is because we have been conditioned since early childhood to conform – to blindly follow the rest of the herd.

Unfortunately, most of us are like human sheep unconsciously following the herd. Instead of tapping into our own dormant powers, we allow them to wither away along with our talents, hopes, and dreams.

“When Love And Skill Work Together, Expect A Masterpiece”*

And therein lies the trick to true lasting success – to break free from the conformity of the herd by realizing that you are a unique individual with special God given talents, abilities, and gifts.

In fact, since the beginning of time there has never been anyone quite like you. You possess massive amounts of dormant individuality just waiting for you to wake up and heed its call.

Take the initiative and start thinking for yourself. Do you really think the leaders give a crap about the rest of us? No, they reap all the choice rewards, and they know that the rest of us will just settle for their leftovers.

Take conscious possession of your unique individuality through the power of “I AM”. Heed the call from within to claim your birthright by daring to break free. Then develop your talents through practice, study, and belief in yourself.

“True Success, True Happiness Lies In Freedom And Fulfillment”*

The unique individuality that is inherent within you can be developed only through regular activity. Express yourself through the creativity that your talents warrant.

You don’t have to change the world overnight, all you need to do is wake up, and like Jim Rohn said, “your new life can start with an apple a day, a walk around the block, and the first good book that you read.”

Gradual and consistent improvement in keystone disciplines of your matrix will payoff huge through the power of compound interest.

And without your best efforts to harness the forces of your unique individuality that beckons from within, true and lasting success can never truly be achieved.

All the best, – Herb.

Quotes – *Jim Rohn, *Jim Rohn, *John Ruskin, *Dada Vaswani.