One day, the nawab sent word to maharaja Krishnachandra that he wanted the whole earth measured, from side to side and from end to end, and that he would greatly appreciate it if maharaja would take it upon himself to count the stars in the sky as well. The Maharaja was astounded and said, ‘I don’t want to seem uncooperative, but you have commanded me to do the impossible.’

And the Nawab said, ‘But do it you will.’

So the Maharaja fell into a brown study and brooded over how he might fulfill the demands of the Nawab.

It was not long before Gopal Bhar passed by, and seeing the Maharaja in such a state of despair, he tugged gently at the ends of his mustache and said, ‘Maharaj, what is this I see? If you have. troubles, you need only tell your Gopal, and all will be well.’

The king was not so easily consoled. He said, ‘No Gopal, this is a problem even you cannot solve. The Nawab has commanded me to measure earth, from side to side and end to end. And as if that were not enough, he wants me to count the stars in the sky as well.’

Gopal was not dismayed. He said, ‘Ha, Maharaj, nothing could be easier. Appoint me your official Earth-Measurer and Star-Counter, and set your mind at rest. And when I am through, I shall myself go through the Nawab with the results. Only one favour: ask the Nawab for one year to finish the job and a million rupees for operating expenses. In one year’s time, i will bring him the results.’

The Maharaja was greatly pleased and relieved, since if the job were not done it would be Gopal’s head that would come off and not his own. He did as Gopal had asked.

So Gopal passed a very pleasant year, spending the million rupees on the most delightful women and the most delicious food in the kingdom, as well as on palaces and elephants and jewels and other things of that type. He spent, in fact, such a pleasant year that at its end he went to Maharaja again, jungling the four nickel coins and two copper coin that remained of the million rupees, and assuming a worried frown, said, ‘Maharaj, the task is more difficult than I had assumed. I have made an excellent start, and the results are promising. But I will need another year’s time. And incidentally, another million rupees, operating expenses.

The Maharaja reluctantly petitioned the Nawab, and the Nawab reluctantly granted the extra year and the second million rupees. And Gopal passed his year even more pleasantly than the first, since now he had some experience in these matters.

Exactly one year later to the hour, Gopal cam dragging himself up to the road to the Nawab’s palace. With him were fifteen bullock carts, crammed to creaking with the finest thread, tangled and jumbled and matted and flattened down, and five very fat woolly sheep. He led this very odd procession through the gates of the palace and into the court of the Nawab, made a deep and graceful bow, and said, ‘Excellency, it has been done as you ordered. I have measured the earth from end to end and from side to side, and I have counted the stars in the sky.’

‘Excellent. And now give me figures. The exact figures.’

‘Figures, Majesty? Figures were not in the agreement. I have done as you have commanded. The earth is as wide as the thread in the first seven bullock carts is long, and it is as long as the thread in the other eight is long. There are, furthermore, just as many stars in the sky as there are hairs on these five sheep. It took me a long time to find sheep with just the right number of hairs.’

The Nawab could only say, ‘Impossible! I cannot measure that thread or count those hairs. Still, you have lived upto your end of the bargain. Here’s your reward: a million rupees.’

And Gopal lived in ease for some more time till he found the kind again, in despair.

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Gopal Bhand was not just another name for a person but was very much part of the everyday life of a by-gone era. Whenever, one looks at the history of Bengal with special reference to the rule of Maharaja Krishna Chandra, they will come across the character of Gopal Bhand, the jester at his majesty’s court.

Gopal was born in the village of Ghurni, north of Krishna Nagar. He lost his father at a very young age and because of economic reasons could not continue with his education. Still, whatever he had learnt in the early days along with his in-born intelligence, he became an intellectual.

Gopal belonged to the clan of barbers, famous for their quick wit. There is a saying that crows among the bird and barbers among the humans are the cleverest species in the whole world. Gopal lived up to this saying; from the very beginning he showed signs of cleverness and cunning. He grew up entertaining people all around him and soon people started calling him GOPAL BHAND or GOPAL THE JESTER.

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