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Calcutta Calling
Calcutta Calling
Calling
[4860 words]
1. Surprise invitation
Freddie Kingsley turned into Beckenham’s Kelsey Park, raising his pace as he
ran across the bridge and around the far side of the lake. He loved the quiet of
the park in the early morning, with the only sound coming from his trainers
padding on the path, and the occasional call from the birds as they darted in
search of food. Completing the circuit, he strode through the gate and headed
home, finishing his run at an easy pace, head high, enjoying the breeze that
When he had showered and breakfasted, he headed for his study and opened
his emails, quickly disposing of the stream of spam, when his eye caught one
that had almost gone into the Deleted box. Calcutta calling in the Subject line.
It took him a moment to place the sender, Arup Mazumdar, whom he had met
who had made a bit of an impact in London, then returned to India. And now,
Hi there, he read, I promised to keep in touch, and I’m sorry it has taken
I have been very busy with the family firm since my return, and we have
been very successful with our expansion plans. And that’s the reason I
Please write to me with your availability and your fees. We will pay for
you to fly to Calcutta, business class, and put you up in a good hotel for
a week or so, depending on how long it takes you to complete the job.
Arup (Mazumdar)
P.S. Don’t forget to apply for a visa and notify me as soon as you get it.
Freddie printed out the email and sat staring at it for some time, wondering
what Arup had in mind. What the hell, he thought, why not give it a go? He
typed a reply, telling Arup he would see about a visa and let him know.
He opened up the official India Visa website and read through the 11-stage
knew how frustrating it would be to turn up at India House and be told he’d
have to go through the whole process again because he had answered one
leave your popup blockers turned off for the duration of this activity. “We
himself.
He then searched online for flights to Calcutta, just to get an idea of the
journey time and cost. He discovered that Calcutta was not a valid
destination, and had to change it to Kolkata. He saw that the flight, with one
stop at Dubai, would take a day and a night, whether he started in the
morning or at night, and inevitably the advertised prices were not available.
Even when he accepted the default dates and times, the prices were all
He decided to leave travel arrangements to Arup, but in any case to wait until
after he had received a written assignment from Arup. Printing out his
the task required him to go back and forth more than once.
2. Getting there
Freddie wrote to Arup to say he had his visa, and asked for a confirmation of
the assignment, and of the travel arrangements. Under the guise of flexibility,
his own flights. His description of the brief was also a bit vague, but Freddie
put that down to the cultural difference. At the very least, he reasoned with
In reply, Freddie sent him a copy of his standard contract which stated: “It
shall be the client’s responsibility to book the flights, business class, and to
arrange for the tickets to be delivered not less than seven days in advance.”
“The agreed fee shall be paid when making the booking” and,
“In the event of cancellation with less than one week’s notice, there will be no
In his covering email, Freddie quoted his fee for one week’s work, together
with his daily rate in case the task took longer, and an indication of the cost of
A day later Arup wrote to say that he had deposited the week’s fee plus the
cost of the flight in Freddie’s bank account, adding that it would be simpler if
Freddie booked his own flight. Freddie calculated that, in Indian currency, the
total amounted to well above half a million rupees, or 50 lakhs, and it made
He caught the 9:45 flight from Gatwick, which was more convenient for him
than Heathrow. The Emirates cabin crew were polite and efficient in a
excellent meal, more Continental than Middle Eastern, and was surprised to
Plugging in his laptop, he did some writing, just to expand on the notes he had
prepared for the Calcutta job and remind himself of the thinking he wanted to
have front-of-mind when he got there. Then he pressed the control on his
Arriving in Dubai at 8:30 p.m. local time, he was not yet ready for his evening
meal, but decided to go into the town, as his connecting flight wasn’t until 2 in
the morning. “I’m a seasoned traveller,” he told himself, “yet I’m feeling
anxious. Can’t imagine why.” Then he smiled at his own use of the cliché,
Two men in khaki lounged at the gate, chatting in a casual way. Freddie
showed the security guards his passport and asked if it was all right to leave
the airport. Barely glancing at his document, they waved him through.
Terra Firma Steakhouse because it overlooked the Dubai Creek and Festival
Marina. Freddie had long had an arm’s length love affair with boats, and
As the shops were closed at that hour, he took a taxi back to the airport,
where he waited in the VIP Lounge until his flight to Calcutta was called.
Walking past the queue of Economy class passengers, he noticed how tired
and resigned most of them looked, as he strode through the fast track gate for
business and first class passengers. In the middle of the night the terminal
and its transient population had an unwashed air, and the background noise
had a cold, hard echo unlike the warm fuzziness of the daytime when there
The flight from Dubai to Calcutta wasn’t long enough to sleep, so Freddie sat
with his thoughts, and wondered what to expect when he met up with Arup
again. He read through the notes he had made, including some background
The aircraft landed at breakfast time on the shorter runway, after the pilot
expertly avoided the 119-year old mosque just off the runway’s northern end.
As he came off the plane, Freddie noticed that the day was already hot and
humid, and was glad he was lightly dressed. Inside the terminal building there
were large numbers of people not doing very much, and Freddie began to feel
even more uneasy about being there. It was his first visit to India, and he felt
vulnerable. Would he manage to cope with the culture and the language?
It took an age for his luggage to arrive on the carousel and while he waited he
pondered on the airport’s change of name. Originally called Dum Dum, it was
now the Netaji Subash Chandra Bose International Airport, a name that
Eventually he was able to wheel his case out to the taxi rank, resisting the
offers of porters to carry his luggage. Climbing into the back seat, he told the
driver, “Park Hotel, please”. The driver tilted up his chin to ask for a repeat,
and understood “Park Hotel” without the “please”. The cab rolled away from
the rank, to join the prevailing cacophony of Calcutta in its waking hours.
Freddie remembered to open his mobile phone and select his preferred
network.
Checking in at the hotel, Freddie was handed a note asking him to call Arup
on arrival. Using the lobby phone, he said, “I’ve just arrived. Checking in.”
“Good,” said Arup, sounding more Indian than when he was in London, “I am
coming over.”
“Hey, give me a chance,” protested Freddie. “I’ll need to freshen up and get
something to eat.”
“OK, OK,” said Arup, “Is it OK if I come over in one hour? Will that give you
enough time for getting freshed up? Don’t worry about getting something to
One hour later, Freddie returned to the lobby to find Arup waiting there for
him, smart in crisp white shirt and pale grey trousers. Arup was about five
eight, with thick, shiny black hair. Freddie was pleasantly surprised at his
punctuality, but the reason for that became obvious as the morning wore on.
First, however, Freddie had to be fed, and Arup gave his driver instructions to
collect them later, leading Freddie into Park Street, where several lanes of
Waiting for a break in the torrent of yellow taxis and private cars, Arup
marched into the middle of the road, holding up his hand like a policeman to
halt the traffic while he led Freddie to the other side. Freddie laughed at
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
Arup looked puzzled, but led the way around the corner to the Bengal Club,
where he was a member, and where they could get food at any time of the
day.
They had barely settled at a table, when Arup said, “Then? So glad you were
able to come. I have much to tell you, but all I will say for now is, we have little
the New Market, less than a mile away. The moment he walked through the
door several people wanted his attention, but Arup waved them away and led
Freddie into his private office, shutting the door after them.
“You don’t mind, I’ll get to the point,” he said, “but first, I must tell you that
whatever I am saying to you now is absolutely, strictly, positively, 100 per cent
“Wait, let me call him in.” Picking up his phone he asked his PA to send in Mr
Das, who came in with some papers. He had marked where Freddie should
sign, here, here and here, which Freddie did with a flourish, and Mr Das,
When he had gone, Freddie sat forward in his chair and asked, “So what’s
this all about, then, Arup? And why the secrecy and high drama?”
“No, no. No drama, nothing like that, really” said Arup with a self-deprecating
spread of his hands. Suddenly the tension had vanished from his manner.
“Tell me more.”
Indian, they write same like they speak, and that is putting us at a
disadvantage.”
“Two reasons. Number one, they are too stingy. I mean, why pay an English
writer half a million when you can get an Indian writer for fifty thousand? Other
reason is that many Indians believe they are just as good as the bloody
English, pardon me for saying that. In fact, only reason I am coming to you in
first place is that I am knowing you from way back.” Arup’s English had
Arup placed two small piles of brochures and Annual Reports on the table in
front of Freddie. “This is English stuff, and this pile is Indian stuff. You should
see the difference. Now what I want you to write is a document that is more
than Annual Report. You can start with a write up like Annual Report, and
then expand it so that we are seen as a successful company on the way up,
so that foreign investors will want to put their money into us.”
“Do you mean you want investors to consider investing in your business or
“Yes. But more than that. Just be starting with that and then I’m telling you
more.”
Freddie started to feel uncomfortable. He didn’t feel he had got the brief right,
because clearly Arup wasn’t telling him the full story. However, he made some
notes and asked for certain specific information about the company’s
performance over the past year, and for each of the previous five years.
He asked for an explanation of the company’s drift from its core business of
import and export, which had grown moderately for the past thirty years. He
could see that the past two years showed a drift into unrelated businesses.
Stifling a yawn and blinking his eyes rapidly, Freddie said, “Arup, I’m going
back to the hotel to get some rest now, and I’ll get started in the morning. How
“Thanks, but I’d prefer to walk, otherwise I’ll be waiting for your driver.”
driver tomorrow morning, and he can show you the way if you want to walk
Because of the time difference, Freddie fell into bed at the hotel in the
afternoon, by his body clock, and rose early. He switched on his laptop and
surfed the internet, making notes of the points he wanted to raise, based on
information he had gleaned from the documents Arup had given him. He had
Breakfast over, he sat in the lobby until the driver arrived to take him to the
office.
“Little bit,” replied the man, although he was reasonably fluent. He just did not
am taking you to office by walking road,” he added, with the typical sideways
tilt of his head that also signifies “OK” in that part of the world. Freddie looked
out of the side window, making mental notes to help him when he walked that
route.
Once he was alone with Arup, Freddie asked, “Tell me about your mobile
Arup had a prepared answer. “We were diversifying. Import/export was doing
well, but it doesn’t change much. We were cash rich and decided that we
would ride wave of technology. Already big players like Vodafone had opened
up the market, and the government was making licences available. I mean,
have you any idea how many people there are in India? They all want mobile
phones, even poor people and village people. The potential was huge. And
we did well.”
Arup gave a self-satisfied smile. “You know, we got out in time. Government
“Recently. This is our plan. Sell the telephone company, buy some airline
“How did you know when to sell? Did you know the licences were going to be
revoked?”
Freddie wasn’t convinced that Arup did not have inside information about the
telephone licences, but realised that he wouldn’t get a straight answer. In any
case, why would Arup admit as much to him, especially as it wasn’t relevant
Freddie had the feeling that Arup’s responses were on a ‘need to know’ basis,
and that there were things left unsaid. He made a conscious effort to switch
out of the British mentality of expecting direct answers to direct questions, and
accept that even an Indian like Arup, who had lived in Britain, would prefer to
present his information in a way that reflected well on himself. He decided to
Arup explained that he had bought 15 per cent of the national carrier, but
wanted to attract foreign investment to enable him to buy a further 10 per cent
“What about the take-over rules? Now that you have 15 per cent of the
There was that self satisfied smile again. “Government has changed the rules.
Used to be we had to make a bid when we got 15 per cent. Now we do not
“And if you get the foreign investor to enable you to buy another 10 per cent,
you will have to make a bid for the airline then, won’t you? Can you afford it?”
decided to get started on the company’s history and past trading, the easy
part of the assignment that set the scene. The trickier parts he would work on
Four days later, Freddie had finished his assignment, and it had been
he found that life in Calcutta does not move at London’s pace, and he just had
He had the text neatly printed, together with a copy on a memory stick. In
addition, he had sketched out a design, making up a dummy with plain paper,
hand writing the headlines and indicating where the text and pictures might
sit. He liked to visualise the finished brochure, because it helped to clarify the
message of the text he wrote. He found that designers often treated text as
Freddie wanted to leave and return to London, job done. But Arup said, “Why
such a hurry? Any case, you must see printer’s proofs and sign them off. Stay
Freddie spent the time looking around Calcutta, taking in the Victoria
Memorial and New Market. Arup took him to the Tollygunge Club, a popular
Country Club just twenty minutes away from the Park Hotel, with its 18-hole
golf course and elegant Palladian style club house. Freddie decided he would
When the printer’s proofs were presented for signature, Arup left him to deal
with them, as he had a meeting out of the office. He asked Freddie to return
the next morning to tie up any loose ends, and dashed out. Freddie checked
the proofs and had to restrain the urge to comment on the rather pedestrian
layout that the designer had created, focusing his attention on the text alone.
He spotted a few typos and marked them in the margins, then initialled each
sheet in turn.
The next morning, just as he returned to his room after breakfast, there was a
knock on the door. Opening it wide, he saw two khaki-clad Indian policemen
as Inspector Bose of the West Bengal CID and “This is Mr David Anderson
Freddie waved them in, and asked, “What’s all this about?”
“Mr Kingsley, can you confirm that you have been doing some work with Mazu
“Certainly,” said Freddie. “But can you tell me why you are asking? And Mr
Anderson and Bose looked at each other, and Inspector Bose waved
charge against you, and as you are a UK citizen, you are entitled to have the
particular, are charged with conspiring to breach the Indian take-over rules,
and other matters, with the help of foreign parties. You are one of those
Freddie looked astonished and said, “That’s the most incredible thing I have
Freddie placed the room’s two upright chairs facing his bed and invited
Inspector Bose and David Anderson to sit on them, while he sat on the edge
of his bed. The police constable stood by the door, and Inspector Bose
“These are the printer’s proofs of a brochure that I believe you are writing. Are
“We arrested Mr Mazumdar this morning, and he is telling us that the project
“Hang on,” Freddie interrupted, “what project? I still don’t understand what I’m
his mind about the evidence he had already collected. He decided to explain.
“Since you wrote this brochure or prospectus, you must know something
about the business activities of Mazu Enterprises. You know they have bought
a 15 per cent share in our national airline. And I assume you know that they
“No I did not know that,” countered Freddie. “But even if I did, what’s wrong
with that?”
“First of all, no foreign airline is allowed to buy shares in our national carrier.
Secondly, we know that Mazu Enterprises are planning to buy a further 10 per
cent or more, also on behalf of the foreign airline. This prospectus is bogus, it
is just a sham, a pretence that they are seeking foreign investment. They
Freddie understood. “So they are simply fronting a secret takeover. Once they
have 25 per cent of your national airline, they will have to make a bid for the
whole airline, and then hand it over to the foreign airline. But what does that
have to do with me? I just wrote the prospectus according to a brief given to
me by Arup Mazumdar.”
Anderson was looking anxious, and suggested that no more should be said
until Freddie had a lawyer present, but Freddie wasn’t ready for that as yet.
Bose reached into his briefcase and extracted another document. “Is this the
contract you signed with Mazu Enterprises?” It was the document that Arup
and Das had waved at him on his first day in Calcutta. The so-called non-
confidentially, for Mazu Enterprises, and the terms – all standard stuff. But
Bose pointed to a clause on the second page which recommended the use of
at the same time, allowing them to transfer some or all of their shareholdings
in Indian companies. It was a vague form of wording that covered the illegal
sale of their airline shares to a foreign airline, but couched in terms that
signing the contract. And that person would be Freddie Kingsley. Arup had
taken care to cover his own back, even at the expense of his ‘friend’ Freddie,
whose command of top notch English he had been willing to pay so well to
secure.
“I see the point you are making, Inspector Bose,“ he said, once he had read
the offending clause, but that was not a recommendation made by me.”
“Before I say anything else, Mr Bose,” said Freddie, “can you confirm that
“Of course. Did we not inherit the system from our former colonial masters?”
Freddie stood up and walked over to his jacket, hanging in the wardrobe.
From the inside pocket he pulled out his passport and handed it to the
Bose placed the open passport alongside the contract and saw immediately
that the signatures did not match, although the letters F and K were prominent
on both. He stared at them for fully one minute, realising that he did not have
“But I have a statement from Mr Das that you did, in fact, sign this document.”
“Well he would say that, wouldn’t he?” replied Freddie disdainfully. “Perhaps
Inspector Bose was silent for a full minute, while he ran through the options in
his mind. Finally, he rose, shook hands with Freddie without saying another
word, and left the room. When Inspector Bose and his constable had
“Did I?” said Freddie with a smile. “Well, what would you have done?”
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