The locale is the subcontinent under the yoke of the East India Company. Owing to the presence of gora saheb bahadur and the interaction of these English speaking intruders with the naive local community, the fidget of imitating the spoken English was turning into a fetish.

In this setting, two local wrestlers, rather call them pehalwans to relish the cultural undertones, are carried away with the craze of speaking English. They were all ears whenever they heard a gora interacting with the natives.

After much travail, they become able to speak pidgin English. But there develops a rivalry between the two to outwit each other with their newly acquired ‘expertise’ in English.

One day, one friend throws down the gauntlet and asks the other friend to tell the English equivalent for agar-batti. The other in a jiffy blurts out ‘if thirty-two’. The former himself not knowing the exact translation of the word accepts the answer as his defeat but nurtures in his heart the William Blake’s poison tree against his friend.

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