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« on: March 31, 2016, 12:42:24 PM »
Afroza Akther Liza
ID-132-10-891
29th Batch
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Mr. Boshir’s greatest virtue is not to be angry on anyone. When there a situation of anger there is a smile on his face and he says okay, okay.
For not being angry he became the chairman of union council three times in a row, created a concrete house, Land prices has increased three times in last three years. Recently he bought a power tiller. People can see cover poly machine far from distance. Mr. Boshir didn’t bring the machine in the field. Everything was possible for not being angry. At he believes it.
Month of Srabon
Drizzling started two days ago. Still didn’t stop. The sky is gloomy. Looks like it won’t stop till noon. Mr. Boshir is on the bangle room’s easy chair. His mind is scattered. Robbery is everywhere. He might alsi get robbed. Why still not is still a mystery. Although he has a swinging rifle. The day before yesterday in the issue of haunting birds he shot three rounds. He is confused whether it was the right thing. It act opposite. He is unsure as it was right thing to do. Dacoit can come in want of rifle. Except of the worry of dacoits another thing is in his mind. Accidently last year he married again. The bride is very young. She doesn’t listen to him. His own age is 45. He does everything to adapt to her 17 year old bride which is very painful. Still he is trying to do so. There is no use. She is not adapting. Today in the morning her mind is gloomy like the month of Srabon. Although no one can understand it. It seems like she is enjoying the gloominess drizzling of the morning. She got a call to make tea. Tea is not prepared yet. In this like town two time tea is made. Newspaper comes after two days. But comes regularly. Boshir molla has the newspaper in his hand. But he is not reading it. He doesn’t like reading newspaper. He sees the picture. He also doesn’t like reading the subtitle of the picture. He tiredly looking at a picture of the newspaper. The picture says Mr. Ershad puts his hand in the shoulder of an old man saying something. The shore broken villages will be turned in trump. Every president uses their own maneuver. Mr. has dug the canal. He is creating village. No one knows what the next president will do.
Mr. President.
Boshir Molla raised his view reading the newspaper. Everyone calls him president as he is the chairman of union council. He feels good. But not today as Kermot is in front of him. Kermot is his delivery man. working for 10 years. Now he is 30 years old. Little bit naïve. They are extraordinary as delivery man. works blindly. Boshir molla got angry seeing Keramot. Now Keramot should have been in the field. Not wandering in front of him.
“Will you say something Keramot”
I have something to say. Say.
Keramot in a bowed head and in a unclear voice said that “I have become very old. Will you get me married. Let’s have a family. I want to have a family. Boshir molla said astonishingly “You want to get married. Keramot said in a calm voice. “ I have become old. I want to get married. Prophet also said to get married when aged. Its also in Hadis and Al Quran. “Do you like anyone?” if you want to……
Its okay. I will manage. Give you house and land. You don’t even take your wage. I will manage.
Okay sir, now go to work. Its not nice to come leaving your job. Okay sir. Is it okay about the guarding? Be careful. Guard in groups and in arms. Okay sir. For the next three years Boshir Molla went through many burdens. In a land case he lost whole lot of money. His second wife became sick giving birth to a dead child. She was having treatment for long time in Dhaka. He house also got robbed once. Having a nice attitude he lost the election twice in a row. School committee election and corporation election, in this time he don’t carry a cool brain. So when Keramot again proposed his marriage he said angrily “Why are you so eager to get married?” Keramot said. Its been three year. Wont you see my condition. Are you an outsider? Aren’t you and insider? Let me recover. You need house. Where will you stay with your wife. Let me recover. Then I will name you lands. Then you will get married. Don’t worry. Okay sir. Work on your own way. You don’t have to be worried about your marriage. Why I my here? Let me recover. Boshir molla recovered in the next five years. He recovered very well. He became the chairman of school election. Won the Upazilla Election. Made house in Borail Bazar. Brought electricity in village, though he doesn’t stay in his village house that much, stays in Royal Bazaar most of the time. He has peace in his mind. His second wife again gave birth to another dead child. She finally adopted. In the month of Poush he visited his home village. He will stay for three days. He doesn’t usually stay in his home at stretch. He has many works in town. He can’t stay in his home village leaving work in town. He also made many enemies. He doesn’t what they may do. Staying foot on the house Keramot met him. He said astonishingly “You are getting old Keramot. Keramot bowed his head. As if getting old was an sin. Boshir molla said. Now you must get married. Lets see I will manage in month of Srabon. Marrying in srabon is perfect. Kermot said in calm voice ”ok” .You raise a house. Take as many bamboo you want form the north side of the pond. First build the house. Getting married in old age is good. Understand? Relationship goes well. You build the house. Use straw in the rooftop. Take the straw money. I owe you money. Boshir molla came in a three days tour. He had to stay for seven days. School committee had a problem. The problem needs to get solved. Food for work program delivered 100 maund wheat. 70 maund wheat was missing. He also had to fix that. He complained some village matter. This way seven days gone by. Returning to town he saw Keramoto’s built house amazingly. In seven days he build an wonderful house. He planted jackfruit, mango and guava seeds around the house. Boshir molla said planting those you created attention. Fruit trees, my child will eat when they grow up. Good job. Plant some coconut. Okay sir. I will get you married this srabon. Nothing happened in that Srabon. Not even in the next Srabon. Boshir molla got sick. Kidney problem. He went to Dhaka for treatment with the whole family. He told Kermot I will get you married when I am well. He has some bride in his pocket. He will chose someone with a good character. Getting married doesn’t happened in a jiffy. Getting married before thousand words isn’t right. Matter of whole. Kermot said if the bride is healty its good. There are many chores in the house. Ofcourse, ofcourse. We can’t select a sick bride. We have also some healthy brides. Don’t worry. Why I am here? Keramot doesn’t worry. He nurture the fruit trees. Make sure not even a single tree dies. After marriage child will be born. We need fruit. Market items are costly. Can’t buy the bought fruits. Kermots waits for marriage. He doesn’t know his age is fifty years. Now his hair are all white. He cant even see clearly. Not even have the strength of young time. Cant work much. Still old habit. He is always in the field. Coming home in the evening thinking about his unmarried wife and unborn child he feels delighted.
ID-132-10-891
29th Batch
WAIT
|
Mr. Boshir’s greatest virtue is not to be angry on anyone. When there a situation of anger there is a smile on his face and he says okay, okay.
For not being angry he became the chairman of union council three times in a row, created a concrete house, Land prices has increased three times in last three years. Recently he bought a power tiller. People can see cover poly machine far from distance. Mr. Boshir didn’t bring the machine in the field. Everything was possible for not being angry. At he believes it.
Month of Srabon
Drizzling started two days ago. Still didn’t stop. The sky is gloomy. Looks like it won’t stop till noon. Mr. Boshir is on the bangle room’s easy chair. His mind is scattered. Robbery is everywhere. He might alsi get robbed. Why still not is still a mystery. Although he has a swinging rifle. The day before yesterday in the issue of haunting birds he shot three rounds. He is confused whether it was the right thing. It act opposite. He is unsure as it was right thing to do. Dacoit can come in want of rifle. Except of the worry of dacoits another thing is in his mind. Accidently last year he married again. The bride is very young. She doesn’t listen to him. His own age is 45. He does everything to adapt to her 17 year old bride which is very painful. Still he is trying to do so. There is no use. She is not adapting. Today in the morning her mind is gloomy like the month of Srabon. Although no one can understand it. It seems like she is enjoying the gloominess drizzling of the morning. She got a call to make tea. Tea is not prepared yet. In this like town two time tea is made. Newspaper comes after two days. But comes regularly. Boshir molla has the newspaper in his hand. But he is not reading it. He doesn’t like reading newspaper. He sees the picture. He also doesn’t like reading the subtitle of the picture. He tiredly looking at a picture of the newspaper. The picture says Mr. Ershad puts his hand in the shoulder of an old man saying something. The shore broken villages will be turned in trump. Every president uses their own maneuver. Mr. has dug the canal. He is creating village. No one knows what the next president will do.
Mr. President.
Boshir Molla raised his view reading the newspaper. Everyone calls him president as he is the chairman of union council. He feels good. But not today as Kermot is in front of him. Kermot is his delivery man. working for 10 years. Now he is 30 years old. Little bit naïve. They are extraordinary as delivery man. works blindly. Boshir molla got angry seeing Keramot. Now Keramot should have been in the field. Not wandering in front of him.
“Will you say something Keramot”
I have something to say. Say.
Keramot in a bowed head and in a unclear voice said that “I have become very old. Will you get me married. Let’s have a family. I want to have a family. Boshir molla said astonishingly “You want to get married. Keramot said in a calm voice. “ I have become old. I want to get married. Prophet also said to get married when aged. Its also in Hadis and Al Quran. “Do you like anyone?” if you want to……
Its okay. I will manage. Give you house and land. You don’t even take your wage. I will manage.
Okay sir, now go to work. Its not nice to come leaving your job. Okay sir. Is it okay about the guarding? Be careful. Guard in groups and in arms. Okay sir. For the next three years Boshir Molla went through many burdens. In a land case he lost whole lot of money. His second wife became sick giving birth to a dead child. She was having treatment for long time in Dhaka. He house also got robbed once. Having a nice attitude he lost the election twice in a row. School committee election and corporation election, in this time he don’t carry a cool brain. So when Keramot again proposed his marriage he said angrily “Why are you so eager to get married?” Keramot said. Its been three year. Wont you see my condition. Are you an outsider? Aren’t you and insider? Let me recover. You need house. Where will you stay with your wife. Let me recover. Then I will name you lands. Then you will get married. Don’t worry. Okay sir. Work on your own way. You don’t have to be worried about your marriage. Why I my here? Let me recover. Boshir molla recovered in the next five years. He recovered very well. He became the chairman of school election. Won the Upazilla Election. Made house in Borail Bazar. Brought electricity in village, though he doesn’t stay in his village house that much, stays in Royal Bazaar most of the time. He has peace in his mind. His second wife again gave birth to another dead child. She finally adopted. In the month of Poush he visited his home village. He will stay for three days. He doesn’t usually stay in his home at stretch. He has many works in town. He can’t stay in his home village leaving work in town. He also made many enemies. He doesn’t what they may do. Staying foot on the house Keramot met him. He said astonishingly “You are getting old Keramot. Keramot bowed his head. As if getting old was an sin. Boshir molla said. Now you must get married. Lets see I will manage in month of Srabon. Marrying in srabon is perfect. Kermot said in calm voice ”ok” .You raise a house. Take as many bamboo you want form the north side of the pond. First build the house. Getting married in old age is good. Understand? Relationship goes well. You build the house. Use straw in the rooftop. Take the straw money. I owe you money. Boshir molla came in a three days tour. He had to stay for seven days. School committee had a problem. The problem needs to get solved. Food for work program delivered 100 maund wheat. 70 maund wheat was missing. He also had to fix that. He complained some village matter. This way seven days gone by. Returning to town he saw Keramoto’s built house amazingly. In seven days he build an wonderful house. He planted jackfruit, mango and guava seeds around the house. Boshir molla said planting those you created attention. Fruit trees, my child will eat when they grow up. Good job. Plant some coconut. Okay sir. I will get you married this srabon. Nothing happened in that Srabon. Not even in the next Srabon. Boshir molla got sick. Kidney problem. He went to Dhaka for treatment with the whole family. He told Kermot I will get you married when I am well. He has some bride in his pocket. He will chose someone with a good character. Getting married doesn’t happened in a jiffy. Getting married before thousand words isn’t right. Matter of whole. Kermot said if the bride is healty its good. There are many chores in the house. Ofcourse, ofcourse. We can’t select a sick bride. We have also some healthy brides. Don’t worry. Why I am here? Keramot doesn’t worry. He nurture the fruit trees. Make sure not even a single tree dies. After marriage child will be born. We need fruit. Market items are costly. Can’t buy the bought fruits. Kermots waits for marriage. He doesn’t know his age is fifty years. Now his hair are all white. He cant even see clearly. Not even have the strength of young time. Cant work much. Still old habit. He is always in the field. Coming home in the evening thinking about his unmarried wife and unborn child he feels delighted.