Good luck on Friday. Today is a holiday, I know you are having a lot of fun. Polao is cooking beef very well. There are also red lobsters. Our maid has not come today, so you cannot be so inhuman. The smell of polao when you open the window, the smell of roasted meat when you open the door, the smell of cruel chicken roast coming through the ventilator. We are poor bachelors. There is wailing in the pot of this world without a bride. Even in the fire of the stove, the weeping is restless. Come and see our plate of rice is wailing, the pot of pulses is screaming. The egg fried in a little oil is also getting beaten by the smell of your beef. How many more times will they be beaten? The oppression of the weak over the strong will continue in this way?
Neighbors, I love you so much! Whether you eat beef, polao khan, korma khan, shahrukh, salman or shakib খান whatever khan you eat, please close the kitchen window and eat, close the dining room door. Instead, we eat hand-cooked potatoes, eggs and pulses with ease.
No problem, I have locked the mouth of our dal pot. I told the egg, be careful not to spread the smell, it will be a sin. Now please stop your scent. This domination of the bourgeoisie will not last long. We are being exploited by your scent, our noses are rotting. I'm not saying water is coming in the pocket; Guys, this is causing us mental damage. Not to mention the financial loss. Stop smelling soon, or we'll hit back if our backs are against the wall. Mr. Chowdhury did not see the sweat of the struggling people, one day he went quietly with money in his pocket and ate Haji Nanna's biryani. What to do then?
Tie your cow to the pole, that is, beef. What is the benefit of just giving money to Haji Nanna? Stop sucking, come down our path, see how delicious fried eggs are. Strong struggle floating on the branches.
Be good, be happy. If you need to eat more than one plate of rice. Let me remind you, eating beef is harmful for the heart.
Your bachelor neighbor.