the last three years. But this time he shook his head and said, "No." The reason for his refusal was not difficult to guess. Last year he had upheld Bakdeeghi's appeals for three run-outs and two. LBWs resulting in Atghara's defeat.
For about four months after that, he could not go out anywhere, — not to any public place, not even to the local market, post office or the health centre. Rumour had it that he had received substantial benefits from Bakdeeghi. That the Secretary of the Bakdeeghi High School had offered him the post of the Assistant Headmaster and that Panchu had sent him a tin of pure mustard oil.
Even Paramesh Sinha of the famous Sinha family failed to persuade Buddhadeb Babu, who kept saying, "I have always had a clean chit from my friends and neighbours, even my pupils. And now, look at the price I have had to pay in spite of my honesty. Good God, they say I was bribed!"
Luckily for us, shortly before the match was to take place, a Member of Parliament happened to visit Atghara. One of my friends, Nantu Dutta, suggested that we approach the visiting MP, Mr Gopinath Ghosh. It was hoped that he would be able to take an impartial decision since he was not related to any family of Atghara or Bakdeeghi. Besides, no one in the entire district would dare to question any decision he took.
Gopinath Ghosh accepted our proposal immediately, much to our surprise. "There is just one little thing 1 want to point out," he said, "I have never played cricket in my life and 1 know nothing about its rules and regulations."
"No problem," said Paramesh-da, not willing to deprive Atghara of the glory of having an MP as their umpire. "We still have four days in hand. I will give you a copy of theWisden. You will soon have the rules at your fingertips."
"All you have to do," said Nandu, "ismugthem up."
"What is really important," I said, "is personality and you have that in plenty. Why, even ministers are scared to argue with you, aren't they?"
Mr Ghosh smiled slightly and nodded in agreemen
the last three years. But this time he shook his head and said, "No." The reason for his refusal was not difficult to guess. Last year he had upheld Bakdeeghi's appeals for three run-outs and two. LBWs resulting in Atghara's defeat.
For about four months after that, he could not go out anywhere, — not to any public place, not even to the local market, post office or the health centre. Rumour had it that he had received substantial benefits from Bakdeeghi. That the Secretary of the Bakdeeghi High School had offered him the post of the Assistant Headmaster and that Panchu had sent him a tin of pure mustard oil.
Even Paramesh Sinha of the famous Sinha family failed to persuade Buddhadeb Babu, who kept saying, "I have always had a clean chit from my friends and neighbours, even my pupils. And now, look at the price I have had to pay in spite of my honesty. Good God, they say I was bribed!"
Luckily for us, shortly before the match was to take place, a Member of Parliament happened to visit Atghara. One of my friends, Nantu Dutta, suggested that we approach the visiting MP, Mr Gopinath Ghosh. It was hoped that he would be able to take an impartial decision since he was not related to any family of Atghara or Bakdeeghi. Besides, no one in the entire district would dare to question any decision he took.
Gopinath Ghosh accepted our proposal immediately, much to our surprise. "There is just one little thing 1 want to point out," he said, "I have never played cricket in my life and 1 know nothing about its rules and regulations."
"No problem," said Paramesh-da, not willing to deprive Atghara of the glory of having an MP as their umpire. "We still have four days in hand. I will give you a copy of theWisden. You will soon have the rules at your fingertips."
"All you have to do," said Nandu, "ismugthem up."
"What is really important," I said, "is personality and you have that in plenty. Why, even ministers are scared to argue with you, aren't they?"
Mr Ghosh smiled slightly and nodded in agreemen
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