COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - CHAPTER - 8

Chapter – 8

Swapna Ganguly went upon the dais to collect the prize as joint winner in Bridge tournament. Her co-winner was Chanakya Nag who was out of the auditorium. Rozario was sitting on his chair with serious face ogling at Swapna’s heavy hips and protruding breasts. When Mandakini was about to hand over the prize, a leather case containing two packets of cards to Swapna, Chanakya Nag came upon the dais from the side door and collected the same jointly. Nag of course handed over the leather case to Swapna saying “Keep it for your practice to win the next year’s trophy.” Swapna Ganguly almost sprang like a baby waving her bobbed hair, hips and breasts and came down from the dais with the trophy.

Other recipients of prizes got to wait for sometime as Rozario and Nag were engaged in serious discussion. After few minutes Nag got up from his chair and announced without microphone, “Ladies and Gentlemen! After the prize distribution is over, please do not leave your chairs as there is another important item which I will announce shortly. Thank you!”

Gouri Chatterjee called Budhadeb Sinha of stores department to come upon the stage for collecting his first prize for recitation in Bengali. Mandakini handed over to him complete works of great revolutionary Bengali poet Kazi Nazrul Islam. After Budhadeb came Jolly, daughter of Chanakya Nag and Mandakini to collect her prize for “Bharat Natyam” dance and Amit, son of Ramani Talukdar and Keya for vocal music. Consolation prizes were given to Badal, son of Jagabandhu Adhikari and Basabi, daughter of Fatik Nandi. Lastly Ramchandra, personal peon of Chanakya Nag got a special prize for his obedience and sincerity.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! I am now happy to announce about the farewell party of Mr. Santanu Majumdar, our ex-Divisional Manager, Home Products. After serving Rainbow India for five glorious years, Mr. Santanu Majumdar left us for betterment in his personal career. We extend our best wishes to him. Today, I mean, this evening we have arranged a farewell party for Mr. Majumdar. Unfortunately he has not been able to attend this function, as we understand, suddenly he got indisposed.” Chanakya Nag paused for few seconds.

Rozario spoke something to Kelvin who shrugged occasionally.

Nandi whispered from behind, “Sir, it’s an absolute imposture.”

Nag said again, “Ladies and Gentlemen! We would have been happy had Mr. Majumdar been with us at this auspicious moment. Anyway since he has not yet turned up, we will send the farewell gift to his residence.” Nag showed a wristwatch to the audience.

He further said, “Third session of our today’s function is cocktail and dinner. Perhaps most of you have come here with your children and some from distant place. So I request those members, especially ladies with small children to wait for few minutes for dinner in the office hall. Those who desire to participate in the cocktail party may kindly be present on the terrace of our office building sharp at 8 p.m. However on behalf of Rainbow Calcutta I invite all adult members to join us at cocktail this evening. Thanks!”

Audience who remained seated in the auditorium with so much patience and discipline started moving out through the main door like stampede as seen in the cinema halls after the end of film shows. We, I mean managers and executives got to remain inside till the departure of VIPs from the dais through side door. Before going out Nag advised Tarit Ganguly and Gouri Chatterjee to see him in his cabin.

Gouri Chatterjee, the thin and tall bearded young man was a personal appointee of Chanakya Nag as recommended by his wife Mandakini who got to oblige one of her co-joggers in front of Victoria Memorial. Being the student of a Calcutta English medium school, Gouri could speak English fluently in Anglo-Indian accent. Very often he used the word “Bloody” even while talking to seniors. He spoke some words in his own accent and sounded something else to others. As for example instead of speaking ‘Well’ he would utter ‘Boel’ and similarly ‘Buil’ instead of ‘Will’. Nag was very much impressed by spoken English of Gouri and appointed him as a Medical Representative in pharma division under P.K. Sanyal. Within a short time Gouri became a top favourite of Chanakya Nag as he was the only person who could procure original Scotch whisky and virgin girl friend in shortest time for entertainment of Rainbow guests and big bosses. There was a confidential rumour that Iris Stephen was one of such virgin girl friends of Gouri Chatterjee. She applied for the post of secretary to GM (East) of Rainbow India as per direction of Gouri who had brought her to Chanakya Nag long before her final selection by Rozario. Gouri once told his immediate boss Prodyot Sanyal that as per prediction of his family-astrologer, he would rise up to a senior position in Rainbow very shortly. Fatik Nandi was standing nearby and he heard Sanyal saying pointing towards Nag’s cabin, “I also foresee, you are occupying that room very soon.”

Gouri came out of Nag’s cabin and approached Iris who was chatting with Leda, Rupa and some other ladies standing near to me.

“Iris! You have got an exciting responsibility! Do you know what is that? You are to show Mr. Kelvin some of the historical relics of British Calcutta. Go down and get inside the air-conditioned limousine for a nice time to Victoria Memorial. From there you will proceed to Dalhousie Square and show Mr. Kelvin G.P.O., Writers’ building and Octorlony monument before taking him to Hotel Intercon for freshening. However, you must see that you come back to Rainbow house at 8 p.m., as Mr. Kelvin is the guest of honour in the cocktail party. Anyway I am coming down with Mr. Kelvin within a minute.”

Gouri delivered lengthy instruction to Iris and proceeded towards Nag’s cabin. Within two minutes he came out with Kelvin and went downstairs for Limousine and Iris.

I decided to spend the period of intermission in the office only. I was not married at that time. My mother was quite old and my sister was allergic to cocktail party. She never opposed my taking drinks in official parties of previous employers, as I would always keep myself confined within limits. But she questioned me many times why official parties could not be confined within tea, coffee and soft drinks. Though I had tried to quote many historical royal parties and modern banquets arranged by country or state heads in honour of visiting heads of other countries where French Champagne, Spanish Sherry and Scotch Whisky were served, I was unable to convince her of the utility of alcoholic drinks.

Chandan, sales executive of my division came to me and asked me when he would be promoted to the rank of DSM. Though I did not like his untimely quest for career development, I smiled at him and said, “Oh yes! Why not? Very shortly.”

Tactfully I avoided his further question and moved towards my cabin.

I had been relaxing on my chair stretched in inclined position for ten minutes or so when Nandi entered my cabin and said, “Sir, sorry to disturb you.”

I said, “Not at all Mr. Nandi! Welcome! So what are the news? Please take your seat.”

“Most disturbing news Sir!” Nandi said comfortably.

I brought my chair in normal position and looked at him curiously.

“Sir! Do you remember Swapna Ganguly? I mean Tarit’s wife?

“Yes I do.”

“She accompanied Mr. Rozario for marketing.”

“It’s alright! What’s the problem?” I asked Nandi.

“No problem Sir. You asked me about latest news and I told you about that.” Nandi said with depression.

I realised that ever jubilant Nandi did not appreciate my total indifference towards latest news provided by him. As a matter of fact though I welcomed Nandi and offered him to sit before me, I was totally preoccupied with my new assignment in USA. Fortunately, I did not accept official flat of Rainbow as one of the perquisites besides official chauffeur driven car for twenty four hours as I had four roomed rented flat in an excellent locality of central Calcutta. My landlord was a NRI settled in USA like millions of immigrants from all the countries of the world who had migrated to this golden continent in search of platinum currency i.e., US dollars. USA also sheltered these immigrants as their citizens. My landlord used to visit Calcutta once in a year and meet us normally on the day before his departure for USA. He was very friendly to me. So in my absence there would not be any problem for my family to stay in the same flat. I decided to inform some of my distant relatives and close friends to look after my mother and sister for some time.

“Mr. Nandi, you did not finish your story of Kipling and Kingsley. So far I remember, you stopped somewhere when Mr. Anderson indirectly invited you to meet him in his hotel room.” I said to make the situation light.

Nandi smiled and said, “Sir! You remember everything so vividly!”

“Yes! I met Mr. Anderson in the hotel same evening. Such a great man he was! Immediately on being informed by reception, I was asked to go to his room. Door was kept open for me. When I entered into the room, Mr. Anderson almost jumped from his chair and said, “Hallow Fatik! Welcome to my room. Like some drinks?”

“What did you say?” I asked.

Nandi became shy to some extent and said with a smile, “I said, most welcome! I am at your service.”

I was about to burst into laughter but restrained on hearing a knock on the cabin door. Nag entered my cabin and said, “Sumanta, I am extremely sorry to tell you, without your permission I asked your driver to take out Mr. Rozario for marketing. If you need car, I will arrange something for you.”

I got up from my chair and said, “Sir, you have done excellent job. There was really no necessity of asking for my permission. I will not go out anywhere before the end of the cocktail party. Mr. Nandi is giving me jocund company.”

Nandi had got up before Nag entered my cabin and seeing him in person felt very much uneasy. Probably Nag understood the mind of Nandi and said, “Well done Nandi. Why don’t you take out Mr. Bose to the hall, some ladies and children are taking dinner. I am sure, he will enjoy.”

Nag further said, “Sumanta, you can come afterwards to my cabin and enjoy cards.”

I said, “Thank you Sir!”

Nag left my cabin.           

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - Chapter - 7

Chapter – 7

Atanu Samanta and Deb Pratim Dutta welcomed me almost jointly to occupy the same chair between them. I complied with their request though Gouri Chatterjee had earlier requested me once again to sit on the front row as Dilip Sen, sales tax consultant had left for home and would turn up sharp at 8 p.m. to join the cocktail party.

Prizes were nicely arranged on a table covered by immaculate white silken cloth at one side of the dais. Rozario, Kelvin, Nag, Mandakini and other senior managers of Rainbow head office seemed to be waiting for next announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, now we start the second session of our today’s ceremony. I request our beloved GM….” Looking at Chanakya Nag with smile Gouri Chatterjee announced, “I mean Mr. Chanakya Nag to inaugurate the prize distribution ceremony.”

Chanakya Nag got up from his chair and said loudly without microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen! You know that Rainbow is a worldwide international family. I am sure, you know well that some members go out for attending job or business and some look after household matters. But everybody meets in the family get-together. Same thing we do in Rainbow. We meet here on such auspicious occasion and enjoy. Tomorrow again we will be busy in our respective work. I now invite Mrs. Nag to give away the prizes to the winning members.”

Mandakini Nag got up from her chair and smilingly stood near the table on which prizes were kept for distribution. Gouri Chatterjee caught hold of the microphone mouthpiece by one hand and the list of winning candidates by other hand for announcement. One handsome young medical representative stood beside the table to help Mandakini in giving away the trophies with the announcement of Gouri Chatterjee.  

“Mr. Binoy Bhusan Bhar! Please come upon the stage for collecting your prize; Oh! I am sorry! You are getting two prizes. One, first prize in debate competition and second prize, oh! It’s MD’s special prize for arranging all the office functions systematically.” Gouri Chatterjee announced.

Binoy Bhar came upon the stage from the side door and bent forward the upper portion of his heavy body at sixty-degree angle. He collected from Mandakini Nag one Parker 51 fountain pen as first prize in debate competition and one original Japanese calculator as MD’s special prize. Holding up the prizes by his two hands he once again bent forward his body above the waistline at sixty-degree angle and turned towards the audience before exit.

Fatik Nandi already told me about Binoy Bhar who although was very fond of his family life, could not leave the office any day before 9 p.m. whenever Nag was in Calcutta. After office hours Nag had fancy in playing cards almost everyday with DMs and DSMs and also with his other favourite chaps in the big hall sitting around a convenient table. Usual games were Flush or Rummy at stakes of coins and currency notes of lower denominations. During the game, cold beer with spiced peanuts and snacks were served by Binoy Bhar as directed by Nag. After the game everybody would leave except Bhar who had the responsibility of closing and opening the office with the help of two peons.

Before joining Rainbow, Bhar used to work in a travel agency as Public Relation Executive. Though this travel agency was having office on an infamous lane of the most notorious red-light area of Calcutta, it’s tour itinerary included all famous places of India, Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Thailand. It had so much influence with rail, plane and shipping reservation counters that only with few hours’ notice confirmed tickets were delivered to the clients.

On the first day of his official visit to Rainbow as PR Executive of Transganges Travels Bhar told confidently, in Safari tour to the Jungles of North Bengal and Assam, elephants’ backs and the forest Bunglows were given preference first to his company. Even in Rajasthan deserts, best camels were reserved for the tourists booked through Transganges. There was a luxurious “Sikara”(boat) on Dal Lake of Kashmir exclusively reserved for this travel agency.

Nag was very much convinced by Bhar of Transganges Travels and very shortly opportunity stumbled down at his feet to utilize services of this agency house. He was informed by Rozario, the then Director (Marketing) over telephone from his residence at his residential number that a four member party consisting his two sisters-in-law and their husbands would visit Calcutta for a pleasure trip. He (Rozario) would be happy if Chanakya Nag could arrange their sight-seeing tour to North-Bengal, especially to Darjeeling, queen of hill stations in the Himalayas.

Though for official tour of Rainbow Managers and Executives, tickets were booked through World Wide Travels, an international travel agency as approved by Anderson, the then MD, Nag negotiated with Transganges Travels through Binoy Bhar for this private tour of the close relatives of Rozario. Nag knew well that officially being the Director (Marketing), Rozario was at the helm of administration. A blue-eyed boy of Anderson, Rozario used to interfere in the activities of Director, Commercial and Director, Technical. Anderson never hindered him in his activities beyond his jurisdiction as the white gentleman was captivated by this young man looking more like an Abyssinian than the descendant of Portuguese who ruled the tiny state of Goa for a long time.

Nag was aware of the fact that after Anderson, Rozario would become the MD of Rainbow India. Foresight of Rozario was also very sharp. He developed friendship with all four GMs who were favourites of Anderson. It was due to the recommendation of Rozario, four regional heads having designation Divisional Manager were elevated to post of General Manager – East, South, west and North.

Nag told Bhar that he would arrange payment of the entire expenses of the tour of MD’s relatives by cash only, not by cheque. Transganges Travels were delighted for getting entry into Rainbow and assurance of cash payment without bill from GM. Obviously such payment would not be liable for any tax.

Relatives of Rozario enjoyed the tour very much. One medical representative having headquarters at Siliguri was advised to receive the party at Bagdora airport and accompany them during their tour to Darjeeling, Kalimpong, Gangtok and Jaldapara forest. After going back to Bombay they expressed their happiness to Rozario for the excellent hospitality extended to them by Nag and his boys.

Since then Bhar became a person of Nag’s confidence. Within a month he was appointed by Nag as the Administrative Officer of Rainbow Calcutta office with kind permission of Rozario who in the meantime had become Managing Director Designate of Rainbow India after abrupt retirement of Anderson.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I now invite Mr. Deb Pratim Dutta, I mean our beloved Debu Dutta to come upon the stage to collect the prize of best cricketer.” Gouri Chatterjee announced on microphone.

Debu went up to the dais to collect his prize from Mandakini Nag who seemed to be stunned to look at the handsome tall young man with reddish white complexion and well shaped body wearing bright crimson tight T-shirt on white trouser. He looked like a romantic Hollywood hero. He became District Sales Manager, Home Products very recently after Tarit Ganguly had been promoted to DM of this division. Debu did not hesitate to admit that his wife Sikha had brought him luck as immediately after their marriage he got his promotion as DSM from Senior Sales Representative. Sikha was sitting with other ladies behind us, which I could know afterwards. I met her for the first time only in the cocktail party.

After Debu Dutta, P.K. Sanyal came on then dais to collect his prize as best chess player. Prodyot Kumar Sanyal, commonly known as PK, liked to be addressed like that by his seniors. He was jolly and ever smiling with burning cigarette gripped by his fingers. Nandi told me that PK could prepare instant story to pamper Talukdar, his immediate boss and Chanakya Nag. I remember the day Chanakya Nag introduced me with PK, a plump young man of short height and dark complexion, “PK, meet Sumanta Bose, our DM Agrochemicals and Sumanta please meet PK our DSM, Ethical Products.”

Shaking hands with me PK said, “ Welcome Sir to Rainbow.”

Turning his head to Nag he said, “Boss! You are great! Your forecast regarding railway tender has come true. We will get the business.”

“Thank you. Come to me after getting the business.” Nag said.

Prize distribution ceremony was progressing fast. Nag seemed to be feeling uneasy on the dais. Bhar, who was standing near the side door, came before Nag getting his signal. Nag whispered something to him. Bhar left the auditorium immediately.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I now request Mr. Atanu Samanta to come upon the stage to collect his prize as a best actor in the last drama presented by Rainbow sports club.” Gouri Sankar announced.

Atanu went upon the dais and collected a complete volume of the works of Shakespeare from Mandakini as his prize.    

Atanu Samanta, Product Manager of Pharma Division was a cultured literary young man of medium height and fair complexion with thinning hair above forehead and bright eyes. He was humorous and smiling. For a short period Atanu worked in Kipling and Kingsley as a field supervisor for pharmaceutical products.

In Rainbow Pharma Division, medical representatives would report to District Sales Manager who would again report to DM. So I was to some extent curious about job responsibility of Atanu who told me a very interesting story in my cabin in presence of Nandi.

It was the story of an old pharmaceutical company in Calcutta. Though a private limited company, it was wholly owned by a Jewish family. For some of their ethical products there was good demand in rural areas as in the villages and suburban towns most of the doctors used to own medical stores which were attached to their clinics. These doctors placed regular orders with medical representatives of this company who got to empty their detailing bag containing physician samples on their tables. They got meagre salary and commission on sale. In spite of personal and joint appeals, company did not settle their demands. So one fine morning, management of this company saw ‘stop work’ notice submitted by the medical representatives. MD was at that time in USA for a special training in man power and man management. He came back by earliest flight to Calcutta on being informed by his office of the grave situation as the sales supervisors had also endorsed the agitation of the medical representatives.

Mr. MD, a staunch worshipper of Jehovah, was a man of cool brain. He further equipped himself with the recent training in man management during his short visit to U.S.A. he met the leading members of the striking medical representatives and sales supervisors and appreciated their action very much. He further told them that had he been in their position he would have taken recourse to same action. However, he admitted that all these problems had cropped up due to absence of any sales conference for a long time. So he invited all the medical representatives and sales supervisors to join him in a conference to be followed by buffet lunch. Everybody was delighted with the munificent attitude of the MD just returned from U.S.A. They heard about sales conference accompanied by lunch or dinner held by multinational or big Indian pharmaceutical companies. It would be an eventful occasion for them to attend sales conference to be accompanied by lunch for the first time.

Morning session ended with gala lunch. Fish being the top favourite of Bengali people, fish fry was in abundance with chicken leg ‘Biriyani’ and mutton ‘Kabab’. Last item was “Rosogolla” a favourite Bengali sweet.

Afternoon session was fixed for personal discussion with MD. One after another sales supervisors and medical representatives went inside MD’s cabin and came out smiling. It was known afterwards that all sales supervisors were promoted to Sales Managers and all medical representatives were made Territory Managers, their salaries and commission remaining unaltered. Since commission was paid in terms of percentage, more sales would fetch more money as per very simple mathematical formula. Atanu paused for a moment and I burst into laughter. Nandi also joined me. Being a humorist Atanu did not laugh and said seriously, “Sorry! I have not yet finished my story.”

“An upcountry sales supervisor rushed towards MD’s chamber when all the new managers left the office. The poor fellow was awfully late as his train had been held up at a railway station by the agitating passengers travelling without tickets in the previous train and punished instantly with heavy penalty by the mobile checking staffs.

Mr. MD listened to the gentleman with patience and said, “My boy! I am sorry, there is nothing left for you as you are late.”

“Sir, I have told you everything. Please do something for me.” The sales supervisor said desperately.

Mr. MD consoled him by patting his back and said, “Ok boy! I will give you promotion. But are you prepared for less salary?”

“I don’t mind Sir! Please give me promotion.” Sales supervisor almost cried.

“Ok! My boy! From today you are my Product Manager! Congratulations!” Mr. MD said with ecstasy.

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - Chapter - 4

Chapter – 4

Family members of office and field staffs assembled in the main office hall. Binoy Bhar requested ladies and children loudly to enter the auditorium and take their seats, as the head office bosses would arrive at any moment. They would be accompanied by Chanakya Nag. Ramani Talukdar had already come to office to arrange for the reception of foreign and Indian dignitaries.

Talukdar showed me the blueprint of the protocolic reception as outlined by Chanakya Nag seven days back. Three Divisional Managers i.e. Divisional Manager Ethical Products alias Ramani Talukdar, Divisional Manager Home Products alias Tarit Ganguly and Divisional Manager Agro Chemicals alias Sumanta Basu i.e. my poorself would stand in front of the reception group at the office gate.

Air-conditioned foreign Limousine carrying Robert Kelvin, Lionidus Rozario and Chanakya Nag would be attended by Ramani Talukdar. Other two Ambassador cars carrying Gregory Antony, all India Manager for Ethical Products, Homi Rustam Phuchkanwala, all India Manager for Home Products, Chandranath Gupta, all India Manager for Agro-Chemicals, Narayana Govinda Subbarao Naidu, Manager – Manpower and Man-Management, Dr. Pradip Kiran Mehta, Manager – Ethical Technical Service, William Vincent Fernandez, Manager – Sales Promotion and Mahendra Lalchand Soni, Assistant Manager – Audio Visual Training System would be attended by Tarit Ganguly and myself.

Behind Divisional Managers would stand second ranking managers like Atanu Samanta, Product Manager – Ethical Products Division, Prodyot Sanyal, District Sales Manager – Ethical Products Division, Deb Pratim Dutta, District Sales Manager-Home Products Division and Chandan Purakyastha, Sales Executive of my division i.e. Agro-Chemicals.

Binoy Bhusan Bhar would stand just at the gate of Rainbow House along with Haldhar Jana and Ramchandra Mondol on his right and left sides.

On the first floor entire group of dignitaries would be received by Mandakini Nag, wife of Chanakya Nag. She would be aided by Keya Talukdar, wife of Ramani Talukdar and Swapna Ganguly, wife of Tarit Ganguly at the main door of the auditorium.

This year’s special attraction was the Rainbow’s own auditorium. Till last year foundation day of Eastern Regional office of Rainbow India used to be celebrated at the banquet hall and the attached lawn of nearby three star hotel. This would normally cost high to the company and cause inconvenience to the family members.

Opportune moment came to Chanakya Nag when the adjacent block on the same floor was about to be disposed of by a Delhi based company willing to wind up their business in Calcutta. He convinced head office bosses and tackled the landlord very efficiently by paying him handsome non-refundable advance money. Entire floor with huge area came under occupation of Rainbow with exclusive right of the roof. Except two big shops, one departmental store and another automobile distributor on the two sides of main gate, whole building appeared to be owned by Rainbow. Being so happy with big amount of non-refundable advance amount, landlord of the building changed its name to Rainbow House from old name Jagattarini Bhawan.

Nandi said, “Sir, landlord got the overall benefit. Besides getting huge amount, he succeeded in getting a job in Rainbow for his son-in-law staying with him. It’s the job of stamp clerk having no worry, no tension!”

“Stamp clerk?” I exclaimed.

“Yes Sir. His job is to stamp the medicine packets or bottles scheduled for government supply.” Nandi said.

“But such stamping is the job of the government Inspectors!” I said.

“You are right Sir. So far as the system is concerned, Inspectors will check up the medicine in respect of specifications mentioned on the labels, order form and challan. If everything is O.K., packets or bottles will be stamped by the Inspectors before final packing in cardboard cartons or wooden cases, not the suppliers.” Nandi said and smiled at me. Without waiting for my next question he said further, “If the system is followed, both the parties will be losers.”

I could not follow Nandi and hence looked at him with curiosity. He said with seriousness on his face, “Sir, one thing I must tell you, Rainbow is very much particular about maintaining quality of the medicine. Because it is for government supplies, quality is not degraded. Multinational company like Rainbow is always conscious about quality, dignity and popularity. But these three virtues can not fetch business. For procuring government order two essential factors play important role. One, the lowest price and another, unofficial arrangement starting from top to bottom including these Inspectors. To cope with the second clause, only alternative is to supply less quantity with the cooperation of the Inspectors who are normally overwhelmed with the warm hospitality of Rainbow.”

Ramani Talukdar entered my cabin and said, “Bose, let us go down. They are coming.”

We stood like army regiment in “attention” position as per blueprint on the footpath in front of the gate. Everybody was silent and checked up necktie knot. Within five minutes, the large air-conditioned black Limousine followed by two white Ambassador cars arrived below Rainbow House. Chanakya Nag was beside the driver of the Limousine. He got down from the car and opened the door of the rear seat to help Rozario and Kelvin get down. Though Talukdar tried to throw his body for opening the rear door, he missed the big catch. Chanakya Nag advised him to look after other guests and proceeded towards the gate along with Rozario and Kelvin.

Talukdar introduced me with Gregory Antony, Homi Rustam Phuchkanwala and other guests. I knew Chandranath Gupta as he had been with Rozario during my interview in Bombay.

Chanakya Nag showed Kelvin and Rozario the new glow-sign board of Rainbow House and company’s nameplates written in English, Hindi and Bengali on both sides of the gate. Glossy brass letters shining like polished gold were fixed on black stone. Entire group reached the first floor walking up slowly on the thickly carpeted wide staircase.

Mandakini Nag was waiting at the auditorium gate with smiling face along with Keya Talukdar and Swapna Ganguly standing on her both sides. Their faces seemed to be glittering with more brilliant smile like the smiling stage girls standing on both sides of the magician exhibiting his magic skill.       

On arriving at the auditorium main gate Rozario shook both fair and soft hands of Mandakini Nag by his blackish hard hands and said, “Halloo…Halloo Mandakini! How are you?”

“Very good! Thank you Sir!” replied Mandakini.

Though waiting for warm “shake hands” from the two big dignitaries, both Swapna Ganguly and Keya Talukdar were disappointed as Rozario and Kelvin did not do that. Instead, Rozario entered the auditorium along with Kelvin keeping his left hand on Mandakini’s lower back. However Rozario did not disappoint Swapna Ganguly. While entering the stadium he patted softly Swapna’s plump cheek with his finger and rubbed her protruding breasts with his right elbow as if not intentionally. Being excited with sudden ecstasy Swapna jerked her bobbed hair and said “Thank you, Sir.” Keya Talukdar stood aside with pale face and looked at Swapna. Tarit Ganguly observed the entire episode standing beside me and seemed to be delighted with the performance of his wife. He introduced Swapna with Homi Phuchcanwala, his all India boss who shook hand with her and entered the auditorium hand in hand. Tarit Ganguly followed them.

Ramani Talukdar seemed to be thoughtful, whether due to poor performance of his wife or his failure in attending Rozario and Kelvin as per blueprint, I could not make out at that moment. But this much I could understand that he was a practical salesman. He changed his facial expression instantly seeing his divisional all India Manager Gregory Antony talking to Chandranath Gupta before entering the auditorium. He almost dragged his wife Keya and brought her before Antony for introduction.

With ready-made smile Talukdar told Antony, “Sir, I told you many times about my wife Keya? Here she is.”

Gregory Antony shook his masculine hands with thin dry hands of Keya and said, “How do you do fair lady? I am so glad to meet you.”

Keya almost jumped up an inch above the ground and said “Thank you, Thank you.”

Talukdar seemed to be tremendously happy and escorted his wife and Antony to the auditorium. So far I studied Talukdar within few days, he would prefer to be satisfied with buttermilk to pure milk not available when desired.

“Nice door-ballad! How do you feel Mr. Bose?”

I looked behind and found my departmental boss Chandrakanth Gupta smiling. He seemed to have enjoyed the reception of big bosses. I did not comment anything, simply smiled at him. I requested Gupta to enter the auditorium as I got to take care of other head office managers. Fortunately Gouri Shankar Chatterjee, who was given charge of conducting the function along with Binoy Bhar, came out and escorted Gupta into the auditorium.

Though Atanu Samanta, Prodyot Sanyal, Deb Pratim Dutta, Chandan Purokayastha and Binoy Bhar were standing behind me, I requested Subbarao Naidu, Pradip Mehta, William Fernandez and Mahendra Soni to get inside the auditorium. After they had gone, I requested all my other junior colleagues to enter the auditorium in spite of their resistance. However they complied with my request.

I felt a pat on my shoulder and looked back.

“Bravo Sumanta! Well done! I am happy with you.” Chanakya Nag said.

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - Chapter - 3

Chapter –3

Binoy Bhar came in and said, “Sorry to disturb you Sir again.”

I said, “You are most welcome Mr. Bhar, tell me what I can do for you.”

Bhar looked at Nandi. I could understand that he wanted to talk to me something confidential in the absence of Nandi. Probably Nandi also understands Bhar’s mind and left the cabin saying, “With your kind permission Sir.”

Bhar checked up his tie knot and clearing his throat said, “Sir, is your car free and can be spared for some time?”

I said, “Yes, it’s absolutely free and you may use it without any hesitation. I am not going out anywhere.”

“Sir, you are so kind. Actually it is not for me. I will have to send to Mrs. Nag.” Bhar said.

“Of course you can send to Mrs. Nag. But I suppose Mr. Nag’s car is free for her use as he is busy in pharma conference in Hotel Emperor Intercon.” I said.

“Yes Sir! You are right. But Mrs. Nag requires two cars as she is having some guests.” Bhar said politely.

“That’s all right. You may ask my driver to go to Mr. Nag’s residence with the car.” I said.

“Sir if you kindly advise Mansij, I mean your driver, it would be better as the fellow does not obey anybody other than General Manager or Divisional Manager under whom he works.” Bhar said scratching his fatty chin.

Bhar was correct in his assessment of Mansij whom I had already known for his trickery and slyness.

I did not get the car and driver on the first day of my joining Rainbow. Some formalities were to be complied with by the office. Second day he came with the car which was parked on the road in front of the building in which I used to reside. He appeared before me in white uniform bearing insignia “Rainbow”.

 He saluted straightening his body in upright position and said, “Good Morning Sir! I am Mansij at your service.”

He took my briefcase in his hand and led me to the car. He opened the door of the back seat and requested me to get in. He behaved upto this stage like a gentleman. But on my way to office I felt little uneasy for his undesired question.

“Sir, I heard you were better placed in the previous company, why you have come to this dirty place?”

Though little irritated I said calmly, “Today will be my first day. How do I know which is dirty or which is clean? Let me go to the office and work for sometime; only then I will know whether it is dirty or clean, O.K.!”

After sometime he said, “Sir! Please excuse me for my impertinence. My only defect, I want to be free and frank with my boss.” I saw his cunning face in the rear view mirror above the driving seat. He eyelids were quivering below thick brows.

He was driving very fast. I asked him to slow down the speed.

Reducing the speed to a great extent he said, “Sir, I was scolded many times by my previous madam for the same reason. Bad luck! She was so nice lady, but I left her services. You know, now my madam is a minister. Had I stayed with her, I would have become a government servant.”

“But you should not repent. You are well paid in Rainbow.” I said.

“You are perfectly right Sir. But there is no security here. In government service even if you do not work, your service is hundred percent secured.” Mansij said touching his forehead with his right hand.

I felt very much amused with this man and said, “When you are so much repentant, you should have gone back to your Madam. I think she would have taken you back.”

Mansij suddenly looked behind and said, “Sir you have told perfectly what I had thought. But my second wife did not approve of my going back to her.”

“Why?” I said in exclamation.

“Sir, it is difficult for me to tell you the reason as I feel shy to express in words.” Mansij said with quivering eyelids as I could see in the rear view glass.

“If you feel so, you need not tell me.” I said.

 Car was held up at the traffic signal for a longer period behind so many vehicles as the police gave away smooth passage to a VIP car following pilot motor bikes and followed by a fleet of cars and police vans. I became very much impatient though there was sufficient time to reach the office, because there would be terrific jam on the streets ahead already traversed by the VIP, his foregoing and following security personnel.

“Sir, I am illiterate, uncultured and a rural man. May be I am wrong, but it’s beyond my imagination when I see these leaders of public are so much afraid of public. In my childhood I saw leaders and ministers travelling in open hood less cars taking salutation and ovation from the public.” Mansij said with seriousness. His eyelids were normal, not quivering.

“Those were the bygone days which you can not get back.” I said.

VIP fleet was gone. As anticipated even after getting green signal, car was crawling at a snail’s pace. Mansij kept silent for sometime. Suddenly he said, “Sir, do you know what was my wife before marriage?” His eyelids started quivering.

I was bit confused for his odd query as how could I know what had been his wife before their marriage.

“She was lady’s-maid of my Madam, I mean my ex-employer.” Mansij said without waiting for my reply.

I kept silent and looked at my wristwatch being worried of reaching office in time.

The chatterbox could not remain silent for a long time. He said, “That was the only reason why she did not allow me to go back to my Madam. She was envious of Madam’s affection for me. Madam was never beautiful, rather her face looked ugly due to her protruding foreteeth. But she was very young having robust health and well-shaped body even at her middle age, which made her attractive specially……” He could not finish his lecture as the car was about to hit a Rickshaw-puller crossing the road suddenly. I asked Mansij to be careful and not to talk further before reaching office.

Bhar was awaiting my instruction to Mansij who entered my cabin with clasped hands.

“Mansij, take the car to General Manager’s house and meet “Memsaab”.” I told him.

“Thank you Sir.” Bhar said.

Looking at Bhar obliquely with concealed rage Mansij left my cabin saying, “Thank you Sir!”

“So your problem is solved.” I told Bhar.

“Terribly Sir! You are great.” Bhar said and left my cabin.

Within few days it was not possible for me to know much about office environment as I got to be busy whole day for planning the marketing strategy of the new division to make it a profit center. That was my answer when I was interviewed by Rozario in Bombay in his chamber.

“Tell us why we should select you for the position?” asked Rozario.

“Because I will make the Agro-Chemical Division a profit center.” I replied.

“Any other question, Mr. Gupta?”  Rozario asked Chandra Nath Gupta, all India Manager of Rainbow Agro-Chemicals.

“No more Sir. We have got the correct answer.” Gupta said.

Shaking hands with me Rozario said, “So Mr. Bose! You are selected for the post of Divisional Manager, Eastern Region for our Agro-Chemicals. We will shortly start laboratory chemicals which will also be looked after by you in your area. Congratulations!”

After coming back to Calcutta from Bombay initially I recruited one Sales Executive namely Chandan Purakayastha for my division. Chandan was recommended by Chanakya Nag. When I would appoint Area sales Representatives, Chandan would become District Sales Manager. Nag advertised for a lady secretary for my division and assured of recruiting a beautiful girl for me.

I was very happy to get cordial and friendly treatment from Chanakya Nag who was overall head of eastern regional establishment of Rainbow India. He was meticulous in maintenance of office, manager’s cabins, conference room, anteroom, toilet, etc. he left strict instructions with Binoy Bhusan Bhar to move around the office everyday for a check up fifteen minutes before the beginning of office hours.

On the first day of my joining the office I reported to Nag who after introducing with all the staff members accompanied me to my cabin.

“You like your room?” Chanakya Nag asked me.

“Thank you sir. It’s excellent.” I said.

I leaned from Nandi afterwards that Santunu Majumdar, ex-Divisional Manager, Home products used to sit in this cabin which was specially designed by Nag for his good friend. After his departure from Rainbow, Chanakya Nag did not allot this cabin to his successor Tarit Ganguly who was given the cabin of Ramani Talukdar. All these changes were done very recently.

That was about allotment of cabins. I could learn further from Mansij regarding reallotment of cars. After being elevated to the post of GM (East), Chanakya Nag got one new Mercedes Benz car sent from Bombay. His brand new Ambassador car was allotted to Ramani Talukdar who had been using so long one four door standard Herald. Santunu Majumdar got a new Ambassador car for his use which I got along with his driver Mansij. Tarit Ganguly got the old four door standard Herald so long used by Ramani Talukdar.

Fatik Nandi entered my cabin and said, “Sir! Mansij is down with diarrhea. He could not go to Mr. Nag’s house with your car.  

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - Chapter - 2

Chapter – 2

In the morning hours all pharma sales people, including Ramani Talukdar and Chanakya Nag were out of the office. They were busy in pharma sales conference. Though there was an official holiday for the office, managers of other divisions and essential staff members like Binoy Bhar, Fatik Nandi, Jagabandhu Adhikari and Leda Joseph, telephone operator cum receptionist were requested by Chanakya Nag to remain in the office.

So I was there in my air-conditioned cozy cabin relaxing on the soft revolving chair in an inclined position with my eyes fixed on the slow moving fan.

“Sir, may I come in?” Nandi appeared before me. “Sorry to disturb you. Should I come after some time?”

“Oh! No! Please take your seat Mr. Nandi.” I said.

Nandi sat on the chair opposite to me across the table and said, “Thank you Sir!”

“Welcome, it’s my pleasure Mr. Nandi.” I said, “You didn’t finish the story of Kipling and Kingsley. I am interested to know more about the company. What happened to those two English gentlemen?”

I relaxed on my chair again and started smoking. I offered a cigarette to Nandi. He refused with thanks as in Rainbow no office staff used to smoke in the presence of senior managers.

“What should I tell you, Sir,” Nandi said and paused for a moment closing his eyes.  “Entire office of Kipling and Kingsley was a garden of flowers. Except very few male members office was full of beautiful Anglo-Indian, Armenian and Jewish ladies. Secretary of Mr. Kingsley was such a paragon of beauty, all the male staff members were eager to have her eye-glance. I saw her other day in the Esplanade-Park Circus tram-car. Middle age could not eclipse her beauty. Miss Martin caught hold my both hands and expressed her immense pleasure of meeting me after a long time. Passengers of the tram-car were looking at me with curiosity.

“And I am looking at you with jealousy,” I said with a smile. Instantly I told him, “Sorry I am just joking with you, please continue.”

Nandi said, “Sir, I remember very much my days in Kipling and Kingsley and often become nostalgic for that period of my life, I can never get back.”

Nandi paused for a while and then said, “Worst disaster came down to Kipling and Kingsley office with the sudden death of Mr. Kipling, who was a confirmed bachelor. I mean unmarried, having no legal issue. Mr. Kingsley’s health broke down shortly after the death of his loving friend. His wife came to India once, only for a short period as she was very much afraid of Indian malaria which had taken the life of    Mr. Kipling in its malignant form. She constantly persuaded Mr. Kingsley to leave India disposing of his company and the property. Ultimately, the company along with all assets and liabilities was purchased by Mr. Topilal Sarbatwala.”

“Was there any change in salary structure or benefit, the staff members used to enjoy before the change over of management?” I asked.

Nandi said, “No Sir. There was no change for anybody. Rather Mr. Sarbatwala assured us of five-percent increase in salary after six months. All male staff members were happy and thanked Mr. Sarbatwala for his generosity. The ladies kept standing with their pale white faces. They seemed to be very much unhappy. Of course, when asked by Mr. Sarbatwala, they smiled.”

“Why the ladies were not happy?” I asked. Nandi started laughing and said, “Sir, I feel shy to tell you. Ladies used to earn much more from Mr. Kipling and Mr. Kingsley besides their salary depending upon their capacities in pleasing them and their guests.”

Suddenly Binoy Bhusan Bhar entered my cabin with Ramchandra and carpenter Khodabox having screw-driver in one hand and measuring tape roll in another hand.

“Sorry to disturb you Sir. I have come just for a check-up of the cabin. Is there any defect with your furniture Sir?” Bhar asked me.

“No thanks! Everything is all right. Nothing is defective.” I said with a smile, though I did not like his entering my cabin in such fashion.

 Before leaving my cabin Bhar looked at Nandi with vexation, probably because he did not like his sitting before me. In Rainbow no office staff except personal secretaries used to sit inside GM’s and DM’s cabins. Though I did not like this system or norm, as I was new in the company I did not break that. Since it was a holiday and everybody was in festive mood, I requested Nandi to sit before me.

After departure of Bhar I told Nandi, “Be easy. You need not worry for Bhar. If he reports anything to Nag, I will take care of you.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Nandi said with an expression of gratitude.

On my first day in Rainbow, Chanakya Nag introduced me with all the Managers, officers and staff members of the office. When we went to Nandi’s table, he said, shaking hands with me, “Good morning Sir, welcome to Rainbow India. Always at your service, Sir.”

After half an hour Nandi entered my cabin and told me, “Sir! Please consider me as your own person as you are from Kipling and Kingsley, my old company. I will remain always at your service.”

Since that day I have enjoyed company of Fatik Nandi, who used to come to me somehow or other evading falcon looks of Binoy Bhar.

Getting himself very homely again, Nandi told me more about his days in Kipling and Kingsley.

“After the changeover, almost all the ladies left the company for the future. Even some of the sales and medical representatives joined the services of the other companies. I remained along with few more office staffs. Mr. Topilal Sarbatwala recruited some new persons, both in the office and the field. He finalized new agency agreements with some Indian companies.

One day I heard that Rainbow International would terminate their agency agreement with Kipling and Kingsley as they had already finalized their factory site in Bombay after getting a license from the government. I too heard that Mr. William Anderson, overseas manager for Southeast Asia of Rainbow International got the charge of setting up factory in India and he would become the first managing director of Rainbow India.”

Nandi paused for a second and said, “When gossips regarding Rainbow cooled down, one day I was very surprised to find Mr. William Anderson in our office. Mr. Sarbatwala came out from his chamber to receive Mr. Anderson. I was standing very much near to the door of Mr. Sarbatwala’s chamber. While going into the chamber Mr. Anderson saw me and said loudly, waving his right hand, “Hallow Fatik? How are you?”   

Not only Mr. Sarbatwala, everybody in the office got stunned.”

“Did you meet Mr. Anderson beforehand?” I asked.

“Not once, many times” Nandi said with gravity and told further, “Whenever Mr. Anderson used to come to Calcutta, Mr. Kipling and Mr. Kingsley entertained him at their Alipore Bunglow. Though there had been official room booked in Hotel Emperor Intercon, Mr. Anderson was a special guest in Alipore Bunglow. Only two trusted persons were engaged to look after William Anderson. For indoor comfort Helen Martin, personal secretary of Kingsley and for outdoor job, this poor man, Fatik Nandi.” Nandi said with confidence.

There was a phone call for me. It was from my residence. My sister informed me that a letter had come from American Agro-Chemicals. It was about my appointment letter and obviously I dropped the receiver with a smile.

“Sir any good news?” Nandi asked me.

“Nothing special, please continue your interesting episode of Kipling and Kingsley.” I said.

“Oh! Really interesting. That was the golden time of my life. Do you know what happened that day?” Nandi asked me.

“How can I know unless you tell me?” I said with a smile.

“After having meeting with Mr. Sarbatwala, when Mr. Anderson was going out, he dropped his visiting card on my table. On the back hotel room number was written. I was sure he desired me to see him in his hotel room.”

Nandi did not complete his story, suddenly he got up from the chair and with my permission left the cabin.

I sank in my soft revolving chair with high backrest and closing my eyes thought about my new assignment in American Agro-Chemical. Within a fortnight I would have to complete passport, visa, foreign exchange and other various documents, besides making some new arrangement for my family.

Within ten or fifteen minutes Nandi entered my cabin and said, “Sir, I am sorry to go out abruptly. My wife and daughter were to come here to attend the function. So I went out to see whether they had come.”

“Have they come?” I asked.

“Not yet, Sir. They will come by local train from Canning. My brother-in-law will pick them from my residence and leave at the office. That was the arrangement.” Nandi said.

I said, “Please do not worry about them. Canning is quite far from Calcutta. Sometimes local trains are irregular. They will come in no time. Please take your seat.”

Nandi sat on the chair and said, “Some interesting news! Binoy Bhar may come to you very shortly.”

“He is most welcome. Anything special?” I asked Nandi.

Nandi looked at the closed door of my cabin and said in low voice, “Car politics.”
I stared at him and said, “Sorry, can’t follow you.”

Before Nandi could say anything there was a gentle knock at the cabin door.

I said, “Yes, come in.” 

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - Prologue

It was mid-August of end-seventies of the last century. I was relaxing in the coupe of a first class air-conditioned compartment of Howrah-Delhi Express waiting for departure from Howrah station. My destination was Patna junction.

I always preferred overnight train journey to irregular day journey by aeroplane not only to enjoy the luxury of first class air-conditioned couch, but also to save working hours.

I could learn from the reservation chart affixed to the outer wall of the compartment that the upper berth of the coupe was allotted to one Mr. S. Bose destined to Mokamah junction.

“Good evening! Sumanta Bose."

I looked at the caller. A tall gentleman of the late thirties in blue jeans and Havana coat with bent tobacco pipe gripped in the left corner of his jaw stood before me smiling.

“Good evening,” I said, “Please take your seat Mr. Bose.”

Mr. Bose thanked me and helped his porter to unload his big suitcase decorated by many multicoulered stickers of hotels and airlines.

Sultry weather of August in Calcutta was so tiresome that I was wearing only a printed ‘lungi’ and side cut ‘banian’.

Since air-conditioning effect was very mild I put on the fan on full speed. For the sake of formality, I wore my thin ‘Kurta’ when Mr. Bose had gone to the toilet for changing his dress.

Arriving back in his sleeping suit Mr. Bose asked me “Like some drinks?” Saying this without waiting for my ‘yes’ or ‘no’, he brought out a big bottle of Cognac Napoleon, a superb French brandy, I heard of, never seen or tasted.

I had a pint bottle of Indian 3X Rum, of course virgin, in my suitcase. Earlier I thought of enjoying my own drinks alone had there been cancellation of the journey of other passenger at the last moment. Many times in my travelling life, it happened thus. I was totally alone in the coupe relaxing with drinks and few current light magazine containing interviews of film stars and their spicy stories. I also used to imagine young princess of some ex-Vassal state or leading film actress occupying the last moment cancelled berth and I would express my chivalrous courtesy by offering my lower berth to her ladyship.

“Most welcome Mr. Bose. It’s my pleasure,” I said enthusiastically. Co-passenger offering Cognac Napoleon seemed to be more precious to me than the young princess or film actress. In many dinner parties at the five star hotels I had the chance of enjoying Scotch whisky, Spanish sherry, French champagne or Cognac. Obviously I was thrilled at the sight of Cognac bottle bearing the name of the famous French Emperor.

Sumanta Bose called the coach attendant and asked for some ice.

“Sir! Had you told me earlier, I would have fetched from the platform, we do not keep ice in the compartment,” replied the coach attendant cracking the joints of his fingers.

Before the attendant finished his useless words of cheap excuse Mr. Bose had jumped up from his seat and vanished within a moment. Just two or three minutes passed, he came back with a block of ice.

“Poor creatures! I don't find any change at all. Without doing anything they would stretch hands for tips as they did before,” said Mr. Bose                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

He seemed to be irritated for the cold behavior of the railway employee. In fact, he was not that much experienced with the psychology of the travelling railway staff. Had he given the coach attendant a ten-rupee note with his order for ice, material would have been brought by him without showing any excuse.

Bringing back smile on his handsome face Mr. Bose said, “Now the problem is how to break the ice.”

“No problem at all”, saying this I opened my suitcase and brought out a heavy metal bottle opener, which was once presented to me by a fellow traveler attached to a wine company.

I told Mr. Bose, “Hope this will also act as icebreaker.”

“Really marvelous!” Exclaimed Mr. Bose. He then brought down two glass tumblers from the holders and poured in Cognac to make two equal large pegs. I helped him break the ice block with the opener and got two large pieces which were again put in the tumblers. The rest of the ice block was wrapped inside a towel to prevent immediate melting.

Cheers! Mr. Bose raised his glass.

Cheers! I echoed pushing the brocade screen to one side of the window. Through clear glass screen, though double, I could see the fast receding light posts and lighted windows of the railside houses and realised that the train was picking up speed.

Mr. Bose filled with fresh tobacco in his pipe after the exchange of our individual identities.

He would get down a Mokamah junction and would go to Urvaraknagar, a fertilizer township near Barauni oil refinery, hardly at a distance less than three kilometers.

Mr. Bose was employed in an American fertilizer company in their South East Asian Marketing Division having office in New York and deputed by his company to survey the prospect of joint venture in Indian sub-continent. The first study was to be made by Mr. Bose about the production capacities of the fertilizer companies situated in different countries of the sub-continent against projected market potential and also to assess the requirement of fertilizer to cope with the agricultural development program so that his company in the United States could plan strategy for export of fertilizer to those developing and underdeveloped countries or for collaborating with the public and private sector companies.

“I look through the window everything clear outside. Can you tell me Sir about the position of moon this evening?” Mr. Bose asked me.

I was bewildered to a great extent. Spending so many years in sales and marketing I was only busy in my endeavors in reaching business and collection target, attending sales conference, reviewing territorial performance of sales personnel and moving often in the region allotted by my company, besides participating in multifarious cocktail parties and meeting incoming and outgoing bosses at the airport, I had no time at all to catch the movement of my family members. How could I know the motion of celestial bodies like sun, moon, stars, planets, and so on? But it was not possible for me to reply like that.

“Probably full moon night,” I said. Next moment I remembered that I was having a diary with dates in three languages – English, Bengali and Hindi along with lunar days. I brought out the diary from my briefcase and got, what had been asked by

Mr. Bose.

“Today is the fourteenth of the light fortnight, Sukla Chaturdashi as is said. Full moon, I mean Purnima will fall at 10.15 p.m.,” I said again.

“Sukla Chaturdashi?” Mr. Bose exclaimed, “What a great coincidence!” he continued, “I remember the big cocktail party beginning in the evening of Sukla Chaturdashi and closing with the full moon descending towards the horizon.”

Having a light sip of the Cognac I told, “Thrilling! To hear about a long cocktail party, I feel I was there.”

Mr. Bose burst into a sounding laughter, which he restrained within few seconds and said pointing to my glass, “Perhaps you would have been misfit in that party, you are too slow in drinks. Please finish your glass, we will have next.”

I told smilingly, “Only next, no further.”

“That we will think later. Let us enjoy,” Mr. Bose said while pouring drinks in the tumblers.

Though most of the ice melted into water inside the towel, whatever was left I broke in two pieces and put inside our glasses.

I said, “Mr. Bose, you told about a big cocktail party, that was in India or abroad?”

“Oh! You remember that! Yes, it was in India and of course in Calcutta. It was the last cocktail party I participated before my departure for the States,” Mr. Bose said and took a sip of Cognac. He continued, “You know had it been a hilarious dinner party starting with dance and cocktail session, I would have forgotten the event long back. But I have not forgotten even now after so many years as the party appeared to me something different, beyond knowledge of many Indians having no idea of multinational corporate companies.”

I stared at Mr. Bose with curiosity.

Mr. Bose continued, “Yes, it was the cocktail party of a multinational company’s eastern regional office in Calcutta where I worked only for seven days as their Divisional Manager of Agro-Chemical products.”

I said, “If you don’t mind Mr. Bose, can I know the name of the company?”

Mr. Bose said, “Why not? You may know the company very well. Perhaps better than me. ”

“It is Rainbow International India Private Limited.”

“Yes I know. Now the company’s name has been changed to Rainbow Chemicals and Pharmaceuticals India Limited. It is now a giant company in India manufacturing chemicals of all types, pharmaceutical products, bulk drugs, diagnostic kits and hospital equipment. I know some boys working for Rainbow. But I am very much interested to know about your experience of the cocktail party in Rainbow,” I said with a smile.

“Oh! Sure! But don’t fall asleep. It’s a long story and still there is half bottle of Cognac.” Mr. Bose said with sounding laughter again.

After having a long sip of Cognac, Mr. Sumanta Bose started narrating the story of Cocktail in the Rainbow.

COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW - SYNOPSIS

“COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW” is a thrilling Fiction written in English in the background of a cocktail party hosted by Calcutta Regional Office of the Indian Unit of a world famous giant multinational company, Rainbow International, having corporate head quarters in England. The company is diversely engaged in the manufacture of pharmaceutical formulations, bulk drugs, chemicals, diagnostic kits, veterinary medicines, pigments and non-durable consumer products.

Indian Unit i.e. Rainbow India was established by William Anderson, a highly accomplished Britisher who had far sighted vision of making the company topper on the list of pharmaceutical and chemical industries in Indian subcontinent. But his long cherished dream was not fulfilled as he had to go back to England infamously leaving the fate of Rainbow India in the hand of Leonidus Rozario, an Indian with Portuguese lineage and a native of Goa.

Rozario was once the steno-typist of Anderson and gradually became his blue-eyed boy who was elevated step by step to the post of Director of the company. Over ambitious Rozario wanted to become the Managing Director of Rainbow India by ousting his benefactor. He was successful in his evil mission with the help of some ex-colleagues of Anderson in England who were envious of his princely life in India.

The story begins with the visit of Rozario, Managing Director of Rainbow India along with Robert Kelvin, overseas Director of Rainbow International to attend the foundation day celebration of Calcutta Regional office to be followed by gala cocktail and dinner party.

This novel is the saga of love of a young executive with a blind girl and a young sales representative of a rich family with a door-to-door sales girl who fell victim of sex abuse by a District Sales Manager who got promotion to Divisional Manager by sending his wife to sleep with Rozario.

The Novel depicts the vivid picture of the managers and executives who got promotion and better perquisites by sending their wives or girl friends to satisfy the carnal desire of Rozario and his guests.

There are various interesting characters like General Manager (East), a careerist, Divisional Manager, Pharmaceuticals, a most dissatisfied person and an honest Divisional Manager, Home products who was ousted as he could not procure girl to sleep with Rozario.

The story of the cocktail party is narrated to the writer in a railway air conditioned first class coupe during his journey from Howrah station to Patna junction by his co-passenger, one Sumanta Bose, a senior executive of an American company. Sumanta worked in Rainbow as Divisional Manager, Agro chemicals only for a week and attended the cocktail party on the seventh day i.e. his last day in Rainbow. He discovered many characters in the party which started at two hours after the night fall with drinks and ended at three hours before the day break, also with drinks. Never before such novel has been written by any Indian writer regarding a cocktail party as depicted in “THE COCKTAIL IN THE RAINBOW”.