Maahey - that is exactly the game I know as carom. When my father's family fled Partition in 1948, they brought an already far-from-new carom board with them, and I grew up being suitably impressed by my father's (to my eyes) dazzling skill at the game. I once googled carom, and found photos of a tournament somewhere in NJ (hi, Juan) - a room full of carom boards and not a single person who wasn't obviously from the subcontinent. This confirmed what my father had told us about the pasion for the game there.