I was too much surprised to see him. Really it was too much unbelievable day for me. I never expected it. How is it possible! I ask myself but did not get any solution.
My father was a government officer that he often transferred from one place to another. For that reason I also had to transfer myself to different school almost every year. Transferring different school I met many new people every years and I made few friends where I went.
It was about 12 years ago when I was in class seven. My father was the Magistrate of Comilla. As usual I admitted myself to Comilla Jilla School in class seven. We got into a government quarter in Comilla. The area was so nice that I listed the place in my favorite one. In that quarter other government stuff lived. From them I chose few friends but only a good friend named Joy, also read with me in Comilla Jilla School. He was so talent that he always stood 3rd or 4th in class. I started to pass my all the time with him. We always studied, went out for walk, played games etc all that things together. Just outside of our quarter a tea house was situated where we often passed our leisure time by gossiping. We discussed about our many problems, assignments, sometimes talked about girls or many other unnecessary things. The tea house was directed by a young man Kobir and 3/4 stuff aged from 16 to 25.
One day, Joy and I were solving a difficult mathematics in that tea house but we could not make it anyway. I, then, ordered for two cold drinks for us to cool our brain. A boy, perhaps was 16 years old, delivered us two cold drinks and we again tried to solve the math. Oh! It was so disgusting for us but we would submit the math on next day. When we were just busy with our problem, that stuff came to our table and gave me a paper contained something written on it. I was too much surprised to see the paper and could not say anything for a while. I just looked over the piece of paper. It was the solution of the math that we were trying for an hour.
"How did you do that?” I shouted.
"Actually it is not so hard calculation.” He said. “But you both were trying this in hard way.”
“Oh! It’s really so easy!” I shamed, “But why didn’t we solve this?”
He replied, “Sometimes our brain try to calculate an easy thing by a hard way. It happens when we think about the matter to be hard without analyzing it. As a result, an idea of it just hangs our brain and prevents the brain to think it easily.” He added, “If we think about all the hard things that they are easy for me, then our brain can solve the problems. That means we should be confident.”
We became soundless to hear this from the boy. We could not believe that he was a stuff of that tea house. He talked as if he was a teacher but we did not know how it was possible.
“How did you talk like this?” Joy asked the boy.
The boy smiled a little and shamed a bit, “I read in a night school after the work. I’m in class nine though it isn’t an ideal school like you read in.”
Then we talked to him for several hours though sometimes he had to go to take the order that the customers arrived in tea house. We came to know about him. His name was Milon and he had lost his father before his born and his mother when he was born. Then his uncle took care of him who also had been died for 4 years. Till then he was in that tea house.
We made a good friendship with Milon within a few days. Milon always help us in our study and other activities.
Time and tide wait for none. I shifted to Chittagong when I was just in class eight as my father again transferred to Chittagong. Thus, 12 years has gone. I have completed my B. Sc. Engineering Degree and I am working in a Telecom Company. Sometimes I need to go to outside of Dhaka for new project in my telecom sector.
I came to Chittagong with a big project that may last three months. My company reserved a guest house for me in Agrabad. The next day I had a meeting with the agent of a Telecom Company that came from Malaysia. The chief Engineer of that Telecom Company Mr. Sajjad Hossain met me on this meeting and we finished our all preliminary works and meetings well. That day Mr. Sajjad Hossain invited me to dinner and I agreed with a little smile.
“How are you Shuvo?” Mr. Sajjad Hossain asked me at the dinner.
I was surprised to hear it that he knew my nick name. Because all the people know myself as MD. Sabbir Ahmed. Lately with surprised I reply, “I… I’m fine. But… but…”
“But how did I know your nick name, isn’t it?” He again asked me and smiled.
“Yes, Sir!” I replied with a little bit hesitation.
“Don’t you remember me? Comilla… A tea house… The stuff…”
My father was a government officer that he often transferred from one place to another. For that reason I also had to transfer myself to different school almost every year. Transferring different school I met many new people every years and I made few friends where I went.
It was about 12 years ago when I was in class seven. My father was the Magistrate of Comilla. As usual I admitted myself to Comilla Jilla School in class seven. We got into a government quarter in Comilla. The area was so nice that I listed the place in my favorite one. In that quarter other government stuff lived. From them I chose few friends but only a good friend named Joy, also read with me in Comilla Jilla School. He was so talent that he always stood 3rd or 4th in class. I started to pass my all the time with him. We always studied, went out for walk, played games etc all that things together. Just outside of our quarter a tea house was situated where we often passed our leisure time by gossiping. We discussed about our many problems, assignments, sometimes talked about girls or many other unnecessary things. The tea house was directed by a young man Kobir and 3/4 stuff aged from 16 to 25.
One day, Joy and I were solving a difficult mathematics in that tea house but we could not make it anyway. I, then, ordered for two cold drinks for us to cool our brain. A boy, perhaps was 16 years old, delivered us two cold drinks and we again tried to solve the math. Oh! It was so disgusting for us but we would submit the math on next day. When we were just busy with our problem, that stuff came to our table and gave me a paper contained something written on it. I was too much surprised to see the paper and could not say anything for a while. I just looked over the piece of paper. It was the solution of the math that we were trying for an hour.
"How did you do that?” I shouted.
"Actually it is not so hard calculation.” He said. “But you both were trying this in hard way.”
“Oh! It’s really so easy!” I shamed, “But why didn’t we solve this?”
He replied, “Sometimes our brain try to calculate an easy thing by a hard way. It happens when we think about the matter to be hard without analyzing it. As a result, an idea of it just hangs our brain and prevents the brain to think it easily.” He added, “If we think about all the hard things that they are easy for me, then our brain can solve the problems. That means we should be confident.”
We became soundless to hear this from the boy. We could not believe that he was a stuff of that tea house. He talked as if he was a teacher but we did not know how it was possible.
“How did you talk like this?” Joy asked the boy.
The boy smiled a little and shamed a bit, “I read in a night school after the work. I’m in class nine though it isn’t an ideal school like you read in.”
Then we talked to him for several hours though sometimes he had to go to take the order that the customers arrived in tea house. We came to know about him. His name was Milon and he had lost his father before his born and his mother when he was born. Then his uncle took care of him who also had been died for 4 years. Till then he was in that tea house.
We made a good friendship with Milon within a few days. Milon always help us in our study and other activities.
Time and tide wait for none. I shifted to Chittagong when I was just in class eight as my father again transferred to Chittagong. Thus, 12 years has gone. I have completed my B. Sc. Engineering Degree and I am working in a Telecom Company. Sometimes I need to go to outside of Dhaka for new project in my telecom sector.
I came to Chittagong with a big project that may last three months. My company reserved a guest house for me in Agrabad. The next day I had a meeting with the agent of a Telecom Company that came from Malaysia. The chief Engineer of that Telecom Company Mr. Sajjad Hossain met me on this meeting and we finished our all preliminary works and meetings well. That day Mr. Sajjad Hossain invited me to dinner and I agreed with a little smile.
“How are you Shuvo?” Mr. Sajjad Hossain asked me at the dinner.
I was surprised to hear it that he knew my nick name. Because all the people know myself as MD. Sabbir Ahmed. Lately with surprised I reply, “I… I’m fine. But… but…”
“But how did I know your nick name, isn’t it?” He again asked me and smiled.
“Yes, Sir!” I replied with a little bit hesitation.
“Don’t you remember me? Comilla… A tea house… The stuff…”
--- The End ---
Written by: Sheik Johirul Hoque Jewel
Written by: Sheik Johirul Hoque Jewel
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