My guess is that the sleeping gown and the pipe are two items that came up from Bangladesh. These two objects are now only seen in movies.
The heroine's rich father, after wearing a clipping gown, chews on the pipe with his lips and talks to someone like the driver (who has fallen in love with his daughter) - Do you know the pride of my family? You want to be a dwarf and touch the moon, so daring of you? You want to bury my family in the dust… and so on and so forth.
Khalusaheb started talking to me like one of the dynasty, what do you want?
I said politely, I don't want anything Khalusaheb.
You don't want anything, meanwhile you have come with a bed-pillow?
Khalusaheb not bed-pillow. Just a suitcase.
Why did I come with the suitcase? I told you, this time out of bound area for you. Didn't I say?
Yes, he said.
You ruined my son's head, you know?
I did not answer. Khalusaheb's anger is growing. When someone's anger continues to increase at a compounding rate, the compression is cut off if they remain silent.
The suitcase will be carried away in the same way as you were carried in the armpit. Do not look left or right.
Khalusaheb left the rickshaw. Rain outside, how to go now!
Sun and rain don't matter to you. You're going to get wet, and do it now. This is an order.
I left the suitcase with Badal and left. There are some expensive things in the suitcase.
If you have a Kohinoor diamond in your suitcase, I don't care, go go.
I looked at Khalusaheb and said sweetly, "Okay Khalusaheb, I'm leaving. I want to say a word of appreciation about you before you leave, if you allow me."
Khalusaheb was surprised and said, what is the compliment?
You talked to me for a long time, you got angry. But he did everything with the pipe in his mouth. Not once did the pipe fall from his lips. How did you do it? This is not possible without good practice.
Khalusaheb took the pipe from his mouth. The voice lowered one step. He also sharpened his eyes and said, "Himu, I know your nature." You lose the concentration of the speaker by saying strange things during complex conversations. Confuse him. Don't play this game with me.
Yes, well.
When a father sees that his very intelligent son has fallen into the hands of someone and has become a vegetable, you will not understand how that father feels. Did you know that a psychiatrist is seeing Badal now?
I don't know!
Dr. Professor Samsul Alam, head of the psychiatric department at Dhaka Medical College, is now seeing Badal. Badal has also improved a bit. In this situation, I do not want Badal to fall in your company again.
Has there been any improvement in Badal?
Of course it did.
Did he get the song out of Badal's head?
Mr. Khalu was surprised and said, what does it mean to take the song out of Badal's head? What song in his head?
A complex song has been revolving in his head for a long time. It is constantly ringing. My guess is, the original Calprit is that song. Professor, if you can somehow bring out that song with a fishing rod. Only then will the fort be conquered. Badal would get out of the vegetable state.
Khalusaheb said in a shocked voice, I don't know anything about the song. I said, the rain seems a little less now. Khalusaheb, I will go if that. I will take a rickshaw from the corner of the road.
Wait, wait, let's decide the song first, then go.
The matter of the song cannot be decided by Khalusaheb.
It will be late. Then rickshaws will not be available. There are no rickshaws on stormy nights.
Will stay late. Come to my house.
I noticed an interesting thing, Khalusaheb has been speaking in a fairly normal voice since he took the pipe out of his mouth. Who knows if there has been any research on the relationship between dress and speech. There may be a small study. Type research on how he wears glasses when he wears them and how he speaks when he is not wearing glasses.
Khalusaheb.
Tell me.
I quickly put the suitcase in Badal's room. It will take a minute.
Go, leave it. Don't talk to him.
Of course not.
Badal is sitting on the bed in the posture of Padmasana. There must be some special yoga. Home is breathing with sound and sound is sounding. I knew that yoga was silent. This is the first time I saw the Hum-Sun system. Badal closed his eyes as soon as he saw me. His face is full of smiles. It is not right to bother the one who is doing yoga. And it is not right to do anything that hinders the yogi's pursuit. Even after that I said, I put a suitcase under your bed.
Badal said, keep it. I knew you would come.
How?
You did not come of your own accord. I sent you a telepathic message. I left after receiving that message. Do you believe me?
Of course. Why are you lying to me?
My guess is, you can't believe it. You go to my table, there is a writing on the table. Read what is written. The writing is pressed with the table clock.
You are talking in meditation. Will it be meditation?
I can't stand seeing you. Himu brother, will you stay the night?
yes.
Which side of the bed to sleep on? Right side or left side? Or do you want to sleep alone? If you want to sleep alone, I'll lie on the sofa.
If you don't talk so much, keep humming. I came to meet Khalujan.
Read my writing on the table then go.
Badal wrote with a pencil, six twenty-one minutes in the evening. I sat in the lotus position and sent a telepathic message to Himu Vaijan. He seemed to leave. I don't understand whether the message has reached him or not.
Eight ten at night. I sent the message again. This message has been delivered.
I asked him to put the paper in the previous place, how do I understand that the message has been delivered?
Got the signal.
What kind of signal?
The sound of p inside the head.
What is the sound like when sending a message on mobile phone?
yes.
Good thing, what is the status of the song?
Which song?
Whatever is in your head, don't take it. What?
Oh well, that song? That is there. Just don't stay when you meditate.
Not now?
No.
Keep meditating i'm coming
Khalusaheb is reclining in an easy chair next to the bed. Now the pipe on his lips. Glass in hand. The substance in the glass looks like water, but it is clear that it is not water. Khalusaheb is sipping the glass very carefully. Every time he takes a sip, his face is a little thiefish. It seems that Mejo's aunt is not at home. Taking this golden opportunity, Khalusaheb has taken down the bottle. The less the object of the glass, the more the mood of Khalusaheb will change. It is not possible to say where it will be. Change can be for the good or for the bad.
Himu!
Mr. Khalusaheb?
Sit comfortably on the bed and tell me about Badal's song. Sit up and relax.
I sat up on the bed. It seems that today's change of Khalusaheb will go to Shubhar. The tone of voice seems to be fine now. Will be more refined over time. Tears can come to the eyes emotionally. The liquid has a lot of power.
I said, Khalusaheb, what are you eating in a glass?
You don't care what you eat. Says in the context of Badal. What song in his head?
A special song is constantly revolving in his head.
What does it mean to be spinning?
That means the song is playing in his head.
How to play music in the head? Is the head a gramophone or not?
It's a lot like that.
Explain. I don't understand anything.
Think. You're going somewhere. Suddenly, a Hindi song came out of a barber's shop. You went to the office - song. But it didn't stop, it kept ringing. Returned home from the office in the afternoon. After eating and drinking at night, he went to sleep, the song was still playing in his head: This is what happened to Badal.
What does it mean?
I mean, friend, come to my heart.
Badal's head is spinning this song?
Not this song, another song in his head.
What song?
Ne di lad or rawahala gopa.
What language is this?
I don't know Khalusaheb.
What does it mean?
I don't even know the meaning. May be the language of another planet-the language of aliens.
Aliens music playing on Badal's head?
There are possibilities. There can be great music for the highly advanced creatures of different planets.
Himu, don't you think Badal's head is completely gone? Is he insane now?
Khalusaheb! If you and I think, it won't happen. Only if Mr. Samsul Alam thinks so can he be called insane. He will give the certificate of the insane. We will not give.
Who is Samsul Alam?
Who is treating Badal.
How do you know his name?
You said so.
Oh well, I said? I forgot myself.
Khalusaheb got up from the easy chair. Went to the book rack. The Encyclopedia Britannica took out a bottle of the Chapta type from behind the set.
Himu!
Mr. Khalusaheb?
What is the way to remove the song from Badal's head?
Mr. Samsul Alam has to think of a way. They specialize in this line.
Will you talk to him? Explain to him about alien songs?
I can tell if you want.
Stay, no need. I will say. What is the song, Saiya Dil Mein Anana Re.
No, not this song, another song. Unintelligible song - Le Di Lad.
Alien music, isn't it?
Not quite sure. But maybe.
Khalusaheb filled the glass of the chapta bottle.
She looks very worried. Drunk people love to think.
Khalusaheb is now relaxed thinking about his son.
Himu!
Mr. Khalusaheb?
You see how late it is!
About twelve.
Do you think the night is over?
Many nights for ordinary people. But for Sadhu-Sannyasi or Jaglu Bhai, the night is just the beginning.
Who is Jaglu's brother?
Someone I know. Nishi manab.
What does Nishi-Manab mean?
Those who wander in the night.
How did the night man suddenly come?
The discussion has come from the source of your words. The beginning is when you want to know if the night is over.
Oh well, I wanted to know from you whether it would be right to telephone Mr. Samsul Alam so late at night.
It is better to call mad doctors in the middle of the night.
Tell me his number.
I don't know the number Khalusaheb.
Good problem! What can be done now? I don't know his number.
You can think of a solution. See what not. Solutions to complex problems are usually very simple. I eat something in this fuck.
You didn't eat anything at night?
No
Go eat
Will you come here after eating, or will you sleep with Badal?
Khalusaheb did not answer. He looked at me with deep concern. His current concern is not with Badal. With telephone number. Drunkards can go from one anxiety to another very quickly. I sat down to eat. Mejo's aunt's house is always good to arrange food, today is even better. Pabda fish of huge size. The broth has been cooked in broth. The cooking has also been excellent. There is roast beef. There is also a bag of hilsa fish eggs. Draupadi does not seem to have known about this preparation. The mobile phone rang in the middle of the meal. Jaglu Bhai's telephone. I picked up the telephone and said, hello, brother Jaglu.
Jaglu brother said threateningly, where are you?
I said, at Badal's house.
Where is that? What's the address?
In the orchard. I can't say number-tambar. Home sugar. I don't know the address.
Where is my thing?
With. I left it under Badal's bed.
Who is Badal?
My cousin.
Let me know the address where you are, I'll come and get things.
Come by yourself, or send someone?
I'll send one.
What's his password?
What does that mean?
Any symbolic word. If he says that, I understand that he is your own man, then I will deliver the thing to him. Such pabda fish can be a password. He came to the gate and whispered, "Pabda fish." Omni gave him a suitcase.
You talk too much. Listen, I'm sending Moti. Pabda fish, horn fish is nothing. You know Moti. Don't know?
Of course sugar. Brother Jaglu has a problem!
What's wrong?
Moti Bhai took the suitcase from me, then told you, I got the suitcase, but there was nothing in the suitcase. The thing he told himself. Couldn't it be?
Moti is my most faithful person.
Believers do the works of unbelief.
Okay, I won't send anyone at night. I will come myself if possible. Not possible. I will make other arrangements tomorrow. Keep the mobile set on at night.
Brother Jaglu, there was another thing.
What?
If you were arrested by the police, what would you do with the suitcase?
Why be arrested?
Speaking of words. It can be. Someone close to you secretly informed the police. You can do this by eating your antiparty money. Can't? I opened the newspaper in the morning and saw your picture on the front page. The OC and second officer of Ramna police station are standing behind you smiling. A table in front. Pistol on the table. The pistol shots are arranged like flowers. Do you know why the police always arrange pistol shots like flowers?
Don't talk nonsense with me at all.
Yes, well. Brother Jaglu, have you eaten?
You don't have to worry about my food. You think about yours.
I'm eating heavy. Pabda fish of huge size. If you haven't eaten yet, you can leave. There are hilsa fish eggs, there are roasted cows.
Shut up stupid!
Jaglu Bhai left the telephone. I have some problems with the telephone. Think of the telephone. Never ends. Some-or-nothing remains. Once I talk to someone, I want to talk to someone else. When you talk to someone with a hard throat, you immediately want to talk to someone with a sweet throat.
Should I telephone Mitu? Surely this girl has not fallen asleep yet. Talking to Dad. Mr. Mansoor is telling the girl a horrible horrible story. It's good to hear horrible stories in safe conditions, it's good to tell. It is also my duty to telephone Mitu. They need to keep up to date with the latest developments. I pressed the telephone button. Mitu's sharp voice was heard from the side, who?
How are you, Mitu?
Who?
Can't recognize throat?
Who are you
Who is doing the throat chineo, why? You are a very intelligent girl. My number is on your mobile set. You also know the tone of my voice. Even after that, I am still doing it.
What do you want?
Is Mr. Mansur asleep?
Why do you need a father?
Mitu, why are you answering the question? Foolish girls always answer questions with questions. Are you stupid
Be clear about what you want.
I am saying it clearly. How is your father? Did the doctors give him sleeping pills? He is sleeping. Did your father say anything about me?
What do you say in your context?
Again the answer to the question? Didn't your father say I had little role in rescuing him?
You had no role. You are now trying to make a great punishment by doing the work for money. Has the money reached the place?
There is a small problem here. The money has not arrived yet. For now, the money is kept under my cousin's bed. Jagandu Bhai said he would come at night or in the morning and take him away. I can't trust his words like that. My idea is to keep the suitcase with me for a while. Good thing, can I keep the suitcase with you for a while?
What does that mean?
If I take care of it and leave it somewhere, I will give it to Jaglu Bhai at some point.
Are you kidding me? Why do nonsense? It is not safe to keep the suitcase under the bed. There is no door in the house where I live.
Please never call me again.
Why?
You are trying to play a kind of game. I don't want to be a part of it. Don't get me and my dad involved.
This girl did the same as Jaglu Bhai cut off the telephone in the middle of her speech. He cut the line without finishing his own words.
Badal's yoga is over. She is sitting on the sofa. His face is dry. The eyes are sad. People get physically tired after normal exercise. Maybe mentally tired after yoga. People's mental fatigue is caught in the eyes.
I said, your hum-sun is over?
Badal said, yes.
Why are you sitting in awe? What's the problem?
The song has started playing.
Ne di lad song?
Hmmm. What a pain! If I could explain it to you! This song is also in sleep. That's why I'm looking for you like crazy.
What do I do?
Save me from the song. Get the song out of your head.
Khalusaheb is arranging a psychiatrist for you. The psychiatrist will release the song. Psychiatrists have different rules.
You have a lot more rules than they have. You can save me if you want.
What is the benefit of rescuing you?
No profit?
No. If I rescue you from one place, I will study in another place.
Then you will be saved again.
Continuous collapse and continuous excavation?
yes.
Tell me your song again—
Ne di lad or rayahola gopa.
The last word gossip?
Yes, gossip.
It would be better to gossip without just gossiping.
Vizion, please, help me. I can't even sleep comfortably for this song.
I think the song will go away from your head as soon as you find out the meaning of your song. However, even if it is far away, there will be no profit, again any other song will enter your head.
It will be seen when it enters. Get rid of it for now.
The first line of a song is playing in your head. The line is, on a rainy day with crazy wind. Look closely.
Badal sat quietly for a while. Then he said in a dizzy voice, that's all! When did you find out? Now?
No. I took it out the day you said it.
Why didn't you say so long?
What do you need?
Himu Vaijan, you are a strange man. Not just weird, but weird.
We are all very, very strange. You yourself are very, very strange, and Jagalu Vaijaan is also very, very strange!
Who is Jaglu Vaijan?
You don't know There is one. Nishi manab. The song is gone from the head?
yes.
Fall asleep
Today will be a very comfortable sleep, brother.
Badal crouched on the sofa and fell asleep almost immediately. It's nice to see Badal sleeping. All the sleeping people in the world are the same. There is no difference between a sleeping man and another sleeping man. The awakened human beings are just unablagra hach from one another.
The mobile phone is ringing. Jagannu Bhai has telephoned. If he had slept, there would have been no difference between him and Badal. He is different now because he is awake.
Jaglu Bhai, Slamalikum.
Is the thing okay?
Can't you sleep thinking about things?
Which I have asked. Answer her.
Things are fine, that suitcase can be seen. Open the basket and see?
No need. I will open the basket in front of you tomorrow morning.
Brother Jaglu, where are you now?
What do you need with that?
It's raining, it's a different pleasure to lie next to my son at this time. The children are afraid of lightning. Then he raises his hand and wants to touch his parents. Your son must not see you for many days.
I have a son, you know how?
Guess what, brother Jaglu. I know nothing. You don't have to be a prince until you are this age. If you get married, you should have children. Brother Jaglu, do you have only one son?
Yes.
If there is only one boy, then his name must be Babu.
If it is a boy, why would his name be Babu?
Of course there is no such thing, but most of the time. Extra caress. Parents are called all the time. From that father
Babu.
Himu!
Yes brother?
Don't be silly with me. I know I'll finish.
Yes, well.
Where did you know my son's name, Babu?
I guess.
Cunning again! Cunning with me? Did my son's name tell you Moti?
No
The mobile phone you were given. Is his name entered there? Not supposed to stay, what is there after that?
I don't know, brother Jaglu.
Look, check now.
I don't even know how to check. I only know how to turn mobile on and off. My cousin Badal is very good at these things, but he is sleeping now.
Call him.
She is sleeping very comfortably, she can't be called.
I'm telling you to call, you pick up.
Well listen brother Jaglu, remember. Your son is sick. Many days he does not sleep comfortably. Once seen the disease has decreased. She is sleeping comfortably. Will you wake him up then?
How do you know my son is sick?
Brother Jaglu, I have spoken.
Of course not. You said what you said knowingly. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
Jaglu Bhai might have said many more things, the line was cut in a hurry. I put the telephone set near my head and fell asleep. The rest of the night, Jaglu Bhai did not call. Badal and I slept till ten in the morning.
Whether Badal had any dreams in his sleep. I don't know, but I dreamed a long dream myself. In the dream my father is standing next to me. He is dipping my head in a tub for a while. The water of the pond is entering through the nostrils. The lungs are about to burst. Even in this he is talking to me in a very sweet voice. Dipping my head in water. Even in this situation, I can answer my father's words. Everything is possible in dreams.
Dad said, Himalayan Dad! Having trouble?
yes.
Having more trouble?
yes.
What is the joy of breathing normally, now you understand?
I can.
Do you understand the great joy of simply breathing?
I can. Leave now.
A little more.
Let me breathe, Dad, I'm dying.
And for a little while, I'll leave this right now.
Dad, why are you bothering me so much?
How do you understand the joy of not suffering?
Dad I don’t want to understand joy. I want relief from suffering.
I am your teacher. If I don't teach you how to get happiness, who is a foolish boy?
I don't know the name of the novel. Please give it a name. If you like it, please let me know in the comments. Then I can write more. All will be well.