A well-known detective must catch a thief who seems to be trying to steal the ring of the long-dead Mughal emperor Aurangzeb. Sign in with Facebook Other Sign in options. Feluda works this out with a mixture of investigating skills and deception. Check out the Indian movies with the highest ratings from IMDb users, as well as the movies that are trending in real time. Photos Add Image Add an image Do you sararam any images for this title?

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The mystery in itself was totally convoluted, and Feluda was making it more tortuous with his vague words. Finally, I decided to call it a day and not think about it anymore. But it is not easy to stop yourself from thinking, especially if the topic is appealing to you. My mind was full of queries. Why did Shyamlal babu have mud stains on his feet? Who sent the thuggee and the warning note?

Whom did granny see when she cried out? What was in that hole in the garden? Why did Mr. Mallick refuse to show the message written by the spirit? After seeing the Victoria Memorial, we, the three musketeers, had been walking and had reached the edge of the Ganga. It was five in the evening on the thirteenth of October.

A buoy had been floating in the water before us and after explaining Lalmohan babu its use Feluda posed the above question. He used to teach Mathematics and Geography at the Athenaeum. Tulsi babu used to live in Raja Dinendra Street before moving to Gosaipur after his retirement.

His ancestral home is there. He had asked me more than once to visit him. He is one of my ardent fans, you know? A composer of stories himself, he writes for children mostly.

A couple of them have been published in the Sandesh as well — but why Gosaipur? The writer is Jibanlal Mallick. Jibanlal is the son of Shyamlal Mallick. Upon opening the Bansha-parichaya Genealogical Identity , third edition, I saw that the Mallicks had been the zamindars of Gosaipur. I knew a letter from Gosaipur had come by the morning post. I had, however, no idea about its contents. I had observed Feluda light a Charminar cigarette and sit quietly for some time after reading that note.

He will be grateful and would award a suitable remuneration if I could come and solve the matter. I heard that in Segunhati, which is very close, they have a fair at this time. We will have to commute by cycle rickshaw. However, I think it will be convenient if we stayed in Gosaipur. And if he hears you are coming along then he will be more than happy. He greatly admires you as well.

To reach Gosaipur you need to get off at Katwa Junction and take a bus. It is seven miles from Katwa and will take at most half an hour.

Do you understand the conditions under which I work? Why do I need to be felicitated for that, sir? And please mention to your friend that he must keep my identity a secret, otherwise the investigation will be totally spoiled. In his note to his friend, however, he mentioned that he had no problem in accepting the felicitation himself. In fact, the ceremony was probably on his mind when he packed the satin Panjabi with blue chikan threadwork in his luggage.

His home was only a ten-minute walk from there. While on the bus from Katwa to Gosaipur, I was pretty surprised to see a palki on the road. I observed Feluda and Lalmohan babu turning their heads and staring at it as well. It went without saying that the gentleman whom Lalmohan babu now approached with a big smile had been a school master.

The bespectacled gentleman held a patched-up umbrella in his hand, had on a pair of brown Keds shoes, wore a half-panjabi and dhoti, and under his armpit held a very old copy of the National Geographic magazine. You are a tourist. Everybody is familiar with the strong inquisitiveness of tourists.

The day after tomorrow is Friday, and I have arranged a function on that day at our New Primary school. The lawyer Suresh Chakladar will be presiding.

Baladev, the son of our postmaster Harihar, is a good artist; he wrote the address of honor. The language, however, is mine. Parikshit Chatterjee was the last who visited— and that was back in sixty seven. Do people still use palki in this area?

Footmen and other followers? Yes, sir. Again yes. Lamp and lamp-stand? They used to be the zamindars here, you know. Shyamlal is his son. After the demise of landownership, he started a business of plastics and made a lot of money. Unfortunately, his hand came in contact with it. It was AC current, sir; there was much uproar over his burnt hand. He was in the hospital for quite some time too. After he was discharged, he transferred his business to his son and came to Gosaipur.

No sooner did he arrive than he disconnected the electricity connection in his home. We could have understood if he had limited himself to that. At the same time he rejected everything that belonged to the twentieth century. He quit the cigar for the hubble-bubble; the toothbrush for the tooth-twig.

All the English books in his house were sold off; he sold off his car as well and started using the palki. He restored an old broken palki that they had at home and employed four palanquin-bearers.

He discarded all the imported medicines he had and now relies entirely on Ayurveda. This has proved to be an accidental piece of luck for Tarak kobiraj. By the way, if somebody wants to kill him then why bring people from outside? His enemy is in his home. Nevertheless, I do not blame Jibanlal for that.

How can a son get along with a father with such queer ideas? Whenever Jibanlal comes he has to live in that house. He said it was built by his grandfather who had been an attorney.

His daughter was married to an iron and wood businessman in Ajimganj. Of his two sons, one was employed in the sign-painting business in Kolkata; the other was a medicine salesman. Tulsi babu lived in Gosaipur all by himself. Feluda being rather finicky about his tea carried a packet of good tea along with him. We all drank that with chira-narkel. Tulsi babu stayed in one of the rooms on the first floor. There was a spacious room on the second floor.

Three wooden-plank beds were placed in that room for us. I wrote him that I will be visiting him around five-thirty. The Mallick house is five to seven minutes from here. However, I am not leaving dear Mr. A few people are coming over this evening. They wish to have some amiable conversation with the literateur. Mitter, will you be back in a couple of hours?

He is one of the attractions of Gosaipur. I believe the gentleman does have something in him. We were sitting in the verandah and having our tea and chira, the road ran just outside this porch, and the palki was coming along that road.

We now saw somebody sitting inside it. We saw a gentleman peeping through the door. No sooner had the palki been placed on the ground than with great difficulty a man of about thirty-five emerged out of its cramped interior. With greater difficulty, he subsequently managed to stand up. In a smart Kolkata style bush-shirt and a pair of Terilyn trousers, he seemed totally out of place in the old palanquin.



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Gosainpur Sargaram was first published in Sandesh in Everyone in the village knows that father and the son are at loggerheads. Shyamlal is also an eccentric who eschews anything modern. Oddly though, the dead body of Jiban Mallick vanishes, only to reappear again. Feluda works this out with a mixture of investigating skills and deception.




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