For the staging, the quadrangular elevation of the auditorium and the floor space between the audience rows are being practiced. The gap between the two huge sound-boxes standing next to the stage is melting,
"Pindare palash ban palab palab manab
Nenti cuts the drum in the rat,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ... '
With this popular lyric, six or seven youngsters are practicing the group dance made in Western mash-up. They are dancing with all kinds of gestures and coins in a very lively manner. Meanwhile, as soon as the rehearsal of this song started, several children rushed out of the canteen and sat in the chairs in front of the audience. Everyone was watching them dance with fun. Ongoing. Mrs. Arpita called everyone to the corridor outside the auditorium as the atmosphere in the auditorium was not conducive to any discussion.
Everyone is very quiet, Nishan puts his hand on the guitar and bows his head, once to the right and once to the left. He came to the auditorium with his girlfriends after two classes in the morning, but the girl did not arrive. The time was good, but as soon as the girl arrived just half an hour later, the surroundings seemed to have changed. He is not able to keep himself normal in the presence of the girl, the inside is gutted for no reason. From time to time his mind wants to cut the second floor and jump from here to the ground floor, at least this time he will be relieved.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Arpita's eyes did not escape the widow's face yesterday. So today he smiled as soon as he looked at these two children. Although Nishan looks a little embarrassed, Bidhu feels the exact opposite. As if he could immediately order the execution for the boy in front! They don't know each other, they don't know what kind of anonymous enmity they are having. Bad boy! Surprising as it may be, however, it is true that Mrs. Arpitar was quite excited to observe them. As if all the colorful moments of his life wrapped in a golden envelope immediately called him to his hands. He is a lecturer in marketing of this varsity, he has joined for five years.
And coincidentally, the first word that comes to mind in the management of any varsity cultural event since joining is undoubtedly the name 'Mrs. Arpita'. How these difficult responsibilities go right above him and he also puts down those programs with great enthusiasm, it is understood that he has a special love in these matters. His relationship with the students is as friendly as it is serious. Many people are afraid of him because of his angry nature. She is unanimously beautiful to look at. Fair skin color with slender body, bob cut brown silky hair like British ladies. Mrs. Arpita always avoids dark colors or colorful decorations in Catcat. The light colored chiffon sari is at the very top of her list of favorites. He is always seen in two or four colored saris. There is an impression of nobility in the way he moves and speaks. When he first joined the varsity, for at least a few months he was the talk of the teachers 'or students' roundtable discussions, but the popular content is still there. Mrs. Arpita's acceptance in the student body is very high, her lectures are captivating the eyes of many students and the beating of her heart. He is also aware of the students' quarrels with a teacher and accordingly introduces himself to the students.
He is also always active in presenting people with more difficult personalities.
Mrs. Arpita's face became serious as she spent time thinking about herself, and a sigh of regret slipped from her chest. Facing the students, he said in a wooden voice,
'I think there needs to be a twist in the program, I have to organize the program keeping in mind how to hold the audience till the last moment of the program. I hope no one will create any trouble at the last moment. Try to avoid the small troubles and annoyances between you. In addition, you can be consulted about anything related to the program, but no negligence or procrastination will be accepted. '
Consent comes from everyone present. In the meantime, Eva said indistinctly, 'Yes ma'am.' Mrs. Arpita listened intently to the answer and immediately said,
'What's the matter Samia? Why do you have a mouth again? '
'Actually Ma'am Samia hasn't eaten anything since morning, that's why her face looks so dry. Eva snatched the question from Mrs. Arpita and answered. His accent is so pitiful that Samia and herself have been starving for a week! Nishan immediately laughed and somehow stopped BJK. Samia's face was still serious, everyone from the cafe to the campus was not really relieved. Didn't make it to class. Even if he didn't want to, the thought of relief was coming to him at every moment. Suddenly Samia said 'Uh' with the sharp pinch of Ivar's scissors. Mrs. Arpita is also busy,
'What happened? Is the body bad or not? '
The answer to this question also comes from Ivar. He says in a more pitiful tone than before,
'Maybe she's having a stomach ache now because of hunger, ma'am. '
Samia immediately threatened Eva with bloodshot eyes. But Ivar doesn't flinch at that, but he says in the same way, 'Did I say ma'am we didn't take a break now? Come on? I don't mean Samia