Chapter –11
Atanu
did not come back within five minutes. I requested Nandi to wait for a little
and entered the toilet attached to my cabin for getting fresh and changing
dress for the party. Within ten minutes I came out and found Atanu chatting
with Nandi.
“Mr. Nandi! What’s about freshening yourself? You need not go out. Get
inside this toilet and come out fresh.” I said.
“Sir, please don’t mind. I am going outside for staff toilet.” Saying
this Nandi went out without waiting for my further persuasion.
“I don’t understand why Mr. Nandi is so much shy in using this toilet
when I requested him to do so.” I said.
Atanu smiled and said. “Sumantada, you are generous and great. That’s
why you offered Fatikda to use your toilet. GM or other DMs will never allow
office staffs to use the toilets attached to their cabins according to Rainbow
etiquette. Fatikda does not like to violate the system laid down by the
company. You will be surprised to know that Fatikda does not even use the
toilet marked for junior managers and executives, as he is very much aware of
his status in the office. He is senior most employee like Chanakya Nag. But
today Chanakya Nag is GM, East of Rainbow and Fatik Nandi is the despatch clerk
of Rainbow Calcutta office. Had he been a graduate, he would have become DM of
any division of Rainbow today. But he is not a graduate, not even a matriculate
or passed school certificate examination, though that should be the minimum
qualification for an office clerk or assistant. However, Mr. Anderson kindly
offered him the post of despatch assistant after the office had been
established in
There was soft knock at the door and Nandi entered my cabin. He said,
“Sir! You may relax for another thirty minutes as the cocktail party will be
inaugurated at 8-30 p.m. Chanakya Nag announced in the office hall.”
“Any special reason?” Atanu asked.
“Nothing special. Both Mr. Kelvin and Mr. Rozario would take another
twenty minutes to leave the hotel as I could know from Leda Joseph.” Nandi
said.
“But I saw both Iris Stephen and Swapna Ganguly in the office hall.”
Atanu said.
“So what?” Nandi retorted.
Atanu smiled and said, “I mean Iris was with Mr. Kelvin and Swapna with
Mr. Rozario.”
Nandi said, “Yes! You are correct. But my brother, it’s anybody’s
guess, they can not come back to the office with Kelvin and Rozario. Both
Swapna and Iris came earlier in a taxi. Adhikari saw them getting down together
at the cross-road junction and walking upto office gate keeping distance
between them. Adhikari was standing near the cigarette shop on the opposite
footpath. You will get more news when Mansij comes back.”
“I am sorry to interfere. Let us talk something else.” I said.
“You are right Sir! Atanu has not yet started his description of food
items to be served in dinner.” Nandi said.
“But I have not finished the items to be served in cocktail party.”
Atanu said.
“My god! You will again talk about drinks?” Nandi said.
Atanu laughed and said, “Not drinks! Items to be munched with drinks!
“I understand what you are going to say. I saw my old masters, Mr.
Kipling, Mr. Kingsley and Mr. Anderson taking lumps of Australian Butter
before sipping drinks. Then after each sip they used to munch cheese cubes,
boiled boneless chicken balls, sliced cold ham, boiled potato slices with fresh
tomato and cucumber slices. All they used to take without sauce, salt, mustard
paste and green chilli, the most favourite items of the Indians and most harmful
for the stomach, duodenum and intestines as I learned from my English masters.”
“Oh Fatikda! Please stop your lecture on hospital diets. It’s not in
vogue in a cocktail party. I will tell you about the items to be munched with
drinks in our cocktail party. Water will start rolling down your tongue.” Atanu
said smilingly.
“To start with, pick up from one service tray ‘chicken pokoura’ or
‘chicken sik kabab’ and munch with red chilli-garlic sauce. Pick up from
another service tray ‘fish-finger’ to be munched with green chilli or mustard
sauce. Please don’t repeat these items. There are many more items to munch with
drinks. ‘Sliced cold ham’ with salted custard or ‘pork sausage’ with ginger
paste. If you do not like boar or ‘pig meat’, you can munch fried ‘mutton
liver’ or ‘chicken leg’. Ok! Fatikda, there are people who call themselves
strictly vegetarian and do not touch even onion, they will enjoy egg devil.”
“Egg devil?” What’s that? Nandi asked Atanu.
Atanu smiled and said, “Fatikda! I will tell you of the recipe. Please
try at home. It’s boiled egg covered by spiced cereal paste and fried in oil
till brownish in colour.”
“But egg is non-veg food.” Nandi said.
Atanu smiled and said, “You are right. But in cocktail party
vegetarians mostly prefer egg preparation with drinks. Anyway, if you do not
like egg devil, you may try boneless fried fish cube or sardine on toasted
bread with sweet-n- sour tomato sauce. If you do not like to touch non-veg
muncher, munch potato finger chips with slices of onion and green chilli.”
“I feel hungry. Talk about food.” Nandi said.
“Very little time is left, so I will narrate in brief.” Atanu said.
“It’s a buffet dinner. There are two sections. Vegetarian and
non-vegetarian. To start with, for vegetarians two types of soups will be
served. Tomato soup with crumbled bread and vegetable mushroom soup. For
non-vegetarians there is chicken clear soup and for the guests having
fascination for Chinese dish there is crab and sweet corn soup.”
Atanu paused for few seconds and said, “In such a gala-cocktail party
after consuming so much of liquor, you may not be interested in going for
liquid food again. So if you like to have vegetarian food, keeping the plate
and napkin on your left palm, stand in the queue behind others. Whether you can
eat or not, go on making a big heap of tandoori roti or porota, salad, raita,
vegetable pokoura, vegetable kopta, vegetable fried rice, chole masala, peas
panir, roasted cauliflower, fried beans baked papad, mango or pineapple chatni,
gilabi, black jamun, rasogolla and rasomalai on your plate.”
Atanu looked at me smiling.
“You are great,” I said. “Had I been told of all these names, I would
have forgotten fifty percent or more.”
Atanu said, “I told you only about veg food, I will now tell you about
non-veg items, I mean about solid food.”
Looking
at Nandi Atanu said, “Fatikda, if you do not like vegetarian food, stand in
queue of non-veg eaters. Obviously this queue will be much longer than that of
veg eaters. It’s upto you to decide whether you will take all the items on your
plate or enjoy two or three items at a time. I feel your second choice will be
much better for enjoying all the items systematically to your heart’s content.
Ok! To start with put on your plate boneless chicken kabab with potato chips,
sliced onion and cucumber or pork cutlet with mushrooms and sliced boiled beet
and carrot. Finish this plate of chicken or pork and pick up tandoori chicken
with sliced lemon and enjoy with butter nun and kulcha. If you desire to go for
pig meat you can eat smoked bacon or pork ragout. Sorry! Though some of our
head office bosses including MD like beef, this item has not been included in
the menu as one influential spiritual leader having contact with central and
state ministers will be present in the cocktail party.”
Atanu
paused for few seconds and said, “Go ahead with your plate. It’s a gala
festival of non-veg food. Chicken Biriani, Mutton Biriani, Mutton balls in
tomato sauce, Chicken Butter Masala, Smoked Hilsa, Fish Garlic, Prawn Barbecue,
Lobster cooked in Chinese style etc, etc. Some sweets like Rasogolla, Black
Jamun and Rosomalai are also there in non-veg section. But beside these sweets,
there are mixed fruit dessert, milk chocolate with nuts and cherries in iced
chocolate. Finally for both veg and non-veg diners, after sweets there is Irish
coffee.”
“My
God! Coffee has also been named after that coquettish girl?” Nandi
soliloquized.
What I
found about Atanu during these days, he always smiled and did never lose his
temper.
Atanu
said smilingly, “Fatikda, coffee I have named is Irish, not Iris. Is it clear?”
“What
is Irish coffee?” Nandi asked seriously.
“Very
simple Fatikda! It’s nothing but black coffee poured in Scotch Whisky or Scotch
Whisky poured in black coffee with or without sugar. Am I clear to you?” Atanu
replied.
“After
so much of drinks and food, last item is again alcohol!” Nandi said in
exclamation.”
Atanu
replied immediately, “There must be something for the road and in that respect
there is nothing to match with Irish coffee.”
There
was a mild knock on the door.
Binoy
Bhusan Bhar entered and bending forward upper portion of his bulky body said,
“Sir! Cocktail is ready. Mr. Nag and Mr. Talukdar have gone down to receive Mr.
Rozario and Mr. Kelvin who are expected to arrive anytime. Mr. Nag told me to
request you to wait on the roof for receiving them. Mr. Ganguly and other
managers and executives will assist you. After Bhar had left my cabin Nandi
said, “Sir! Thank you for your kind company. Now I am going out and will meet
you again in the party. I will have to go to the roof along with my other
colleagues.”
Nandi
left my cabin. I requested Atanu to accompany me to roof and went to the toilet
once again to get myself fresh for the party. I took only a minute in the
toilet, as I would have to be on the roof before the arrival of the VIPs.
Company’s
guests, office and field staffs, most were on their way upto the roof. We found
Tarit Ganguly and his wife Swapna going up to the upper landing keeping
significant distance between themselves. We were just four steps behind them.
There was no exchange of words between them as if they did not know each other.
Finally
we landed on the rooftop fully covered with green carpet, I felt myself to be
in a fairyland hidden in the seven colours of Rainbow glittering everywhere
under the open sky studded with bright stars. On a dais covered by scarlet
velvet Samuel Biswas
and
his orchestra were tuning their musical instruments. On one side, little far
from the dais, there was semi circular cocktail table covered by white linen.
Above the table and service counter there was golden velvet canopy with
coloured balloons of red, blue pink, green and orange hanging at equal distance
from one another barring the front where a fastoon of silver thread was fixed with
glittering letters “WELCOME TO COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW.”
Atanu
whispered, “They have come.”