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Jaydeb Sarkhel
Retired Professor of Economics
Department of Commerce
The University of Burdwan
Burdwan
Seikh Salim
Retired Associate Professor of Economics and
In-Charge of Evening Shift
Burdwan Raj College
Burdwan
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1. Indian Financial System:
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Preface
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JAYDEB SARKHEL
SEIKH SALIM
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SYLLABUS
Indian Financial System and Financial Market Operations
for B.Com. Hons. (Accounting & Finance)
H EARING the maid tap lightly on her door for the third or fourth
time, Ulrica uttered a semiconscious “Come.” It was her usual
rising hour but to-day she was more depressed than usual, although
the condition was common enough at all times. The heavy drag of a
troubled mental state was upon her. Was it never to end? Was she
never to be happy again? After several weeks of a decidedly
acceptable loneliness, during which Harry had been in the west
looking after his interminable interests, he was about to return. The
weariness of that, to begin with! And while she could not say that she
really hated or even disliked him deeply (he was too kind and
considerate for that), still his existence, his able and different
personality, constantly forced or persuaded upon her, had come to
be a bore. The trouble was that she did not truly love him and never
could. He might be, as he was, rich, resourceful and generous to a
fault in her case, a man whom the world of commerce respected, but
how did that avail her? He was not her kind of man. Vivian before
him had proved that. And other men had been and would be as glad
to do as much if not more.
Vivian had given all of himself in a different way. Only Harry’s
seeking, begging eyes pleading with her (after Vivian’s death and
when she was so depressed) had preyed upon and finally moved her
to sympathy. Life had not mattered then, (only her mother and
sister), and she had become too weary to pursue any career, even
for them. So Harry with his wealth and anxiety to do for her—
(The maid entered softly, drew back the curtains and
raised the blinds, letting in a flood of sunshine, then
proceeded to arrange the bath.)
It had been, of course, because of the magic of her beauty—how
well she knew the magic of that!—plus an understanding and
sympathy she had for the miseries Harry had endured in his youth,
that had caused him to pursue her with all the pathetic vehemence of
a man of fifty. He was not at all like Vivian, who had been shy and
retiring. Life had seemed to frighten poor Vivian and drive him in
upon himself in an uncomplaining and dignified way. In Harry’s case
it had acted contrariwise. Some men were so, especially the old and
rich, those from whom life was slipping away and for whom youth,
their lost youth, seemed to remain a colored and enthralling
spectacle however wholly gone. The gifts he had lavished upon her,
the cars, the jewels, this apartment, stocks and bonds, even that
house in Seadale for her sister and mother! And all because of a
beauty that meant so little to her now that Vivian was gone, and in
the face of an indifference so marked that it might well have wearied
any man.
How could she go on? (She paused in her thoughts to survey and
follow her maid, who was calling for the second time.) Though he
hung upon her least word or wish and was content to see her at her
pleasure, to run her errands and be ever deferential and worshipful,
still she could not like him, could barely tolerate him. Before her
always now was Vivian with his brooding eyes and elusive, sensitive
smile; Vivian, who had never a penny to bless himself with. She
could see him now striding to and fro in his bare studio, a brush in
one hand, or sitting in his crippled chair meditating before a picture
or talking to her of ways and means which might be employed to
better their state. The pathos!
“I cannot endure that perfume, Olga!”
In part she could understand her acceptance of Harry after Vivian
(only it did not seem understandable always, even to her), for in her
extreme youth her parents had been so very poor. Perhaps because
of her longings and childish fears in those days she had been
marked in some strange way that had eventually led her to the
conviction that wealth was so essential. For her parents were
certainly harassed from her sixth to her thirteenth years, when they
recovered themselves in part. Some bank or concern had failed and
they had been thrown on inadequate resources and made to shift
along in strange ways. She could remember an old brick house with
a funereal air and a weedy garden into which they had moved and
where for a long time they were almost without food. Her mother had
cried more than once as she sat by the open window looking
desolately out, while Ulrica, not quite comprehending what it was all
about, had stared at her from an adjacent corner.
“Will madame have the iris or the Japanese lilac in the
water?”
She recalled going downtown once on an errand and slipping
along shyly because her clothes were not good. And when she saw
some schoolgirls approaching, hid behind a tree so they should not
see her. Another time, passing the Pilkington at dinner-time, the
windows being open and the diners visible, she had wondered what
great persons they must be to be able to bask in so great a world. It
was then perhaps that she had developed the obsession for wealth
which had led to this. If only she could have seen herself as she now
was she would not have longed so. (She paused, looking gloomily
back into the past.) And then had come the recovery of her father in
some way or other. He had managed to get an interest in a small
stove factory and they were no longer so poor—but that was after
her youth had been spoiled, her mind marked in this way.
And to crown it all, at seventeen had come Byram the inefficient.
And because he was “cute” and had a suggestion of a lisp; was of
good family and really insane over her, as nearly every youth was
once she had turned fourteen, she had married him, against her
parents’ wishes, running away with him and lying about her age, as
did he about his. And then had come trying times. Byram was no
money-maker, as she might have known. He was inexperienced, and
being in disfavor with his parents for ignoring them in his hasty
choice of a wife, he was left to his own devices. For two whole years
what had she not endured—petty wants which she had concealed
from her mother, furniture bought on time and dunned for, collectors
with whom she had to plead not to take the stove or the lamp or the
parlor table, and grocery stores and laundries and meat-markets
which had to be avoided because of unpaid bills. There had even
been an ejectment for non-payment of rent, and job after job lost for
one reason and another, until the whole experiment had been
discolored and made impossible even after comfort had been
restored.
“I cannot endure the cries of the children, Olga. You will
have to close that window.”
No; Byram was no money-maker, not even after his parents in far-
distant St. Paul had begun to help him to do better. And anyhow by
then, because she had had time to sense how weak he was, what a
child, she was weary of him, although he was not entirely to blame. It
was life. And besides, during all that time there had been the most
urgent pursuit of her by other men, men of the world and of means,
who had tried to influence her with the thought of how easily her life
could be made more agreeable. Why remain faithful to so young and
poor a man when so much could be done for her. But she had
refused. Despite Byram’s lacks she had small interest in them,
although their money and skill had succeeded in debasing Byram in
her young and untrained imagination, making him seem even
weaker and more ridiculous than he was. But that was all so long
ago now and Vivian had proved so much more important in her life.
While even now she was sorry for Harry and for Byram she could
only think of Vivian, who was irretrievably gone. Byram was
successful now and out of her life, but maybe if life had not been so
unkind and they so foolish——
“You may have Henry serve breakfast and call the car!”
And then after Byram had come Newton, big, successful,
important, a quondam employer of Byram, who had met her on the
street one day when she was looking for work, just when she had
begun to sense how inefficient Byram really was, and he had proved
kind without becoming obnoxious or demanding. While declaring,
and actually proving, that he wished nothing more of her than her
good-will, he had aided her with work, an opportunity to make her
own way. All men were not selfish. He had been the vice-president of
the Dickerson Company and had made a place for her in his office,
saying that what she did not know he would teach her since he
needed a little sunshine there. And all the while her interest in Byram
was waning, so much so that she had persuaded him to seek work
elsewhere so that she might be rid of him, and then she had gone
home to live with her mother. And Newton would have married her if
she had cared, but so grieved was she by the outcome of her first
love and marriage that she would not.
“The sedan, yes. And I will take my furs.”
And then, living with her mother and making her own way, she had
been sought by others. But there had been taking root and growing
in her an ideal which somehow in the course of time had completely
mastered her and would not even let her think of anything else, save
in moments of loneliness and the natural human yearning for life.
This somehow concerned some one man, not any one she knew, not
any one she was sure she would ever meet, but one so wonderful
and ideal that for her there could be no other like him. He was not to
be as young or unsophisticated as Byram, nor as old and practical
as Newton, though possibly as able (though somehow this did not
matter), but wise and delicate, a spirit-mate, some such wondrous
thing as a great musician or artist might be, yet to whom in spite of
his greatness she was to be all in all. She could not have told herself
then how she was to have appealed to him, unless somehow surely,
because of her great desire for him, her beauty and his
understanding of her need. He was to have a fineness of mind and
body, a breadth, a grasp, a tenderness of soul such as she had not
seen except in pictures and dreams. And such as would need her.
“To Thorne and Company’s first, Fred.”
Somewhere she had seen pictures of Lord Byron, of Shelley, Liszt
and Keats, and her soul had yearned over each, the beauty of their
faces, the record of their dreams and seekings, their something
above the common seeking and clayiness (she understood that
now). They were of a world so far above hers. But before Vivian
appeared, how long a journey! Life had never been in any hurry for
her. She had gone on working and seeking and dreaming, the while
other men had come and gone. There had been, for instance, Joyce
with whom, had she been able to tolerate him, she might have found
a life of comfort in so far as material things went. He was, however,
too thin or limited spiritually to interest a stirring mind such as hers, a
material man, and yet he had along with his financial capacity more
humanity than most, a kind of spiritual tenderness and generosity at
times towards some temperaments. But no art, no true romance. He
was a plunger in real estate, a developer of tracts. And he lacked
that stability and worth of temperament which even then she was
beginning to sense as needful to her, whether art was present or not.
He was handsomer than Byram, a gallant of sorts, active and
ebullient, and always he seemed to sense, as might a homing
pigeon, the direction in which lay his own best financial opportunities
and to be able to wing in that direction. But beyond that, what? He
was not brilliant mentally, merely a clever “mixer” and maker of
money, and she was a little weary of men who could think only in
terms of money. How thin some clever men really were!
“I rather like that. I’ll try it on.”
And so it had been with him as it had been with Byram and
Newton, although he sought her eagerly enough! and so it was
afterward with Edward and Young. They were all worthy men in their
way. No doubt some women would be or already had been drawn to
them and now thought them wonderful. Even if she could have
married any one of them it would only have been to have endured a
variation of what she had endured with Byram; with them it would
have been of the mind instead of the purse, which would have been
worse. For poor Byram, inefficient and inexperienced as he was, had
had some little imagination and longings above the commonplace.
But these, as contrasted with her new ideal——
“Yes, the lines of this side are not bad.”
Yes, in those days there had come to her this nameless unrest,
this seeking for something better than anything she had yet known
and which later, without rhyme or reason, had caused her to be so
violently drawn to Vivian. Why had Vivian always grieved so over her
earlier affairs? They were nothing, and she regretted them once she
knew him.
“Yes, you may send me this one, and the little one with
the jade pins.”