Chapter 14: Between the Commissioners

Simply racist! But it had nothing to do with himself. The corners of Alan Wilson’s mouth quirked up and he wondered in his mind if it was not the case that the world-famous rape label of latter-day India was now looming large.

Thinking a little too far ahead, after the meeting was over, the provincial governors and commissioners did not leave, but seized the opportunity to socialize, and Sir Barron had prepared wine and whisky, so that these civil servants, who had taken the trouble to arrive in Delhi, could unload their fatigue and find home.

The unprecedented world war is still going on, these British India’s civil service stalwarts, but in the implementation of the front to eat tight behind the fine tradition of eating tight, showing the British Empire at any time can not lose the gentlemanly manner.

Alan Wilson, as Commissioner of Hyderabad, had just gotten the attention of a group of his peers by displaying his old-fashioned posture at the Senior Civil Service Conference. In normal times, Alan Wilson, with such a young face, would have been ostracized and ignored, but in British India in 1945, at such a special time, this was not the most important thing.

For those who had reached the top of the civil service in British India, they were now more concerned with the question of whether British India existed or not. Once British India became independent, as some voices in London said it would, with the inevitable return of 100,000 families of civil servants to the British mainland, how many of them could continue to work in a respectable job? That was a big question!

Compared to this great event, Alan Wilson’s sudden appointment as Commissioner of Hyderabad is of little importance. It can only be considered a small thing in the midst of a huge change coming.

“To be honest, Ali Jinnah and Nehru should not be looking for trouble at this time.” Bengal’s senior official, Officer Burke, was rather optimistic about the Congress and PMLN’s support for the war.

When this sentence was said, many senior commissioners nodded their heads, in recent years, although the Congress Party and the PMLN made more and more trouble, but basically the Viceroyalty of British India and they, the civil service, were still in control of the situation. Nehru and Ali Jinnah were finding each other a bit more trouble instead.

“I also agree with Burke’s idea, not cooperating with us at this point in time will only give us the opportunity to clean up after them, and the distaste between the two sides of the Congress and the PMLN is still on top of what it is towards us.” The high officials of the United Provinces nodded without even thinking about it, treating these two major forces, Britain’s long experience in politics came into play, and it was also what the British Empire was best at doing, divide and conquer, that’s how everyone did it in Europe.

The more at this time, the Congress Party and the PML-N, do not want the Governor’s Office and the Ministry of Colonies, on the other side of the hostile to themselves, and thus suffer from the idea of not daring to appear tough.

“Fairness and justice will be passed on from generation to generation, and this is the finest tradition of the British Empire.” Burke suddenly raised his glass to Alan Wilson, “For Alan to be so young and already have this realization, I am happy for the old Wilson.”

“Thanks.” Alan Wilson similarly raised his glass, in fact the relationship between the two sides was not distant, after arriving in India old Wilson worked in Calcutta, which was the center of the Bengal province.

Although there is a Bengal famine such a small flaw, but if seriously get to the bottom of it, the credit of this old Wilson certainly can not be swallowed alone, how to say that there should be a part of the Burke.

From the Bengal famine in the process of forming a precious friendship, so that today Burke this Bengal provincial high official, at a critical moment to step in, accepted Allen Wilson, also said that these British Indian senior civil servants, officially accepted the Hyderabad commissioner’s candidate.

Come late is better than not, even according to history, British India will still exist at least two years more time, this time everyone can be completely stuffed with banknotes thick suitcases, and then return home in style, besides, in case British India can continue to exist? Isn’t it okay to fantasize about it?

But the most important thing for Alan Wilson right now was still the duties of the Hyderabad monarch’s doggerel, and as an honest man, he would never deny that he was now more attached to his relationship with Ali Khan than to his work in British India, and that he still had to have a good talk with the Junagadh Tushar commissioner.

For Sir Barron, he still had to continue to communicate with the Congress and the PML-N in the hope of getting the support of the two biggest local forces in British India at a time when victory was already well within reach.

The occasion was then entirely one of communication between Sir Barron and the native powers of India, the chief commissioners of the provinces were in New Delhi settling their private affairs, and Alan Wilson, who had made this return to New Delhi a vacation, and John were chatting and loafing about it at the same time.

“What good servants the Indians are, I wonder what the final opinion is from London.” Although not very old, but Allen Wilson is an old imperialist when he opens his mouth, the two relaxed walk, and finally stopped in front of a stall, looking at the leather shoes on his feet above some dust, he sat directly in front of the shoeshine, grasping the future capital of India, enjoy a little bit of imperialist treatment.

John saw also followed the example, sat down to solve the employment problem of the Indian people, two British gentlemen, in the colonial land, as if no one had a chat.

“No matter what the final result is, we can’t go back empty-handed. It’s actually good that we are working in Tupang, the local Maharaja is skeptical of the Congress and the PMLN and needs our support at this time. We can also use that support to solve our own problems.”

Looking at the shiny leather shoes quite satisfied, Alan Wilson pulled out the rupees in his hand as a reward to the shoe shiner with a humble smile, and thought to himself, how did he come to the time of the decline of the British Empire? What bad luck! The good old days are not much longer.

One can’t bash Alan Wilson himself for being backward thinking; who would go to the hard work of choosing to struggle if one could clothe and feed himself?

“Ali Khan wants to broker some sort of turian alliance, and if this comes to fruition, you and I will be handsomely thanked.” Alan Wilson lowered his voice and said, “I believe John you also know that Junagadh Tupa, the status among these Tupas, compared to Kashmir which is much larger in size, Junagadh Tupa is on the west coast, not far from Mumbai, such a good location can be much better than remote Kashmir. The area is not small the location is okay and Mr. Ali Khan is very keen to have the help of Junagadh Tupa in facing the Congress and the PMLN.”

John reached up and rubbed the freshly grown stubble on his chin and said without moving, “It’s time to think about what kind of a way out we can get with the power in our hands.”

“Ali Khan was the richest man in the world a couple years ago.” Alan Wilson made a double entendre, there was something to talk about in this matter.

In just a few words, the two Turkish state commissioners had already reached a consensus on looting India’s wealth in an unprecedented theft.

Can’t say that, the things between the commissioners of the Turkish state, can’t be described as theft, this is all part of the work, the two people have this right to work for the benefit of the Turkish state which has a good relationship with the British Empire.