Back on the floor, Reshma was stunned

back on the floor, Reshma was stunned

Back on the floor, Reshma was stunned. Shooting is packed. Ajmal Tarafdar is sitting with a dry face. The fan is not turning because the electricity is gone. A floor-boy is blowing him with a palm fan at high speed. Even then Ajmal Tarafdar is sweating. All the people in the unit seem serious. They are roaming around. The main reason for the shooting pack is that the director had a quarrel with the hero Farhad. The protagonist says at one point, I will not work on this film. He got out of the floor and got into the car.

Ajmal Tarafdar said in a tired voice, "Today or tomorrow, this nail-biting thing that he will do with us." I knew it. He did not quarrel with me, I heard what he said. Even after hearing his wrongdoing, I said, OK - even then he left the floor. What happened? None of you know the facts, I know. Listen to the story - we signed a photo contract with him two years ago. Contract for one lakh rupees. After receiving one lakh rupees, he got the moon of the sky in his hand. Gulgula happily. In the meanwhile, three of his pictures became superhits. His remuneration increased from one lakh rupees to four lakh in one leap. Previous agreement with us - one lakh agreement. The guy is stuck. Now he wants to take out something more with a twist - this is the thing. Subhankar's number.

Mizan said, what shall we do now sir? Increase money?

Let's see.

If he says, after evening, go to Farhad Bhai's house and hold his hands and feet.

Do whatever you want.

You better go with me - will you go, sir?

Ajmal Tarafdar did not reply. The eyebrows froze. No one is going even after the shooting is packed up. Is sitting. Shift until four in the afternoon. It's only twelve o'clock now. All day work will be on the ground - it does not happen. Besides the hero, there is a lot of work. They can be done.

Even after the director said pack up on his head in anger, Mizan winked and said - not packup, temporary break. Work will resume when the situation cools down. The situation did not cool down. When Mizan whispered in the director's ear, "Sir, will I do one or two small things after lunch break?" Just talk more - from the front. Teaches me work.

Mizan didn't mind the ugly rebuke. Ugly abuse, if you don't walk on the shooting floor, where will you walk? The shooting floor is no longer the amrakunj of Santiniketan. Mizan moved away and lit a cigarette. He pointed out to the lightmen that the shooting was really a pack. Lights down. Colorful bustle all around.

Reshma's chest is throbbing. His mind says there will be no payment today. Two shifts were done yesterday. Payment has not been made - it has been said that when today's work is over, payment will be made together. In today's situation, he does not see any possibility of payment. There is no fare to go back to Joydevpur. There is no rice in the house for two days. There is no way to borrow from nearby shops. Everyone gets money, no one will lend. Even then he arranged for three kilograms of rice. After returning with the money today, we have to arrange for a week of rice and pulses. Reshma went to Mizan and stood. Mizan said, what do you want?

Mizan brother will not pay?

Um.

What does the word 'um' mean to Reshma? ‘Yes’ or ‘no’?

I am in a lot of trouble, brother Mizan.

What a privilege we have! What is the point of talking like a fool? The bar of the picture has rung and your payment? Money is a good thing - does he not have time?

I am in big trouble brother Mizan.

Whatever is in the office, go to the office and tell Mr. Munshi. There will be no payment. All payment offices.

Tell the manager a little?

Well.

Remember Mizan brother?

Hmmm.

Reshma breathed a sigh of relief. Last month, Binaka did a lot of shopping from the store. The uncle of Binaka store told Mr. Ismail, “Uncle I have some good news today. If our last film has hit - everyone has been given a bonus for this.

Ismail raised his voice and said, it's good.

I only buy cash from your shop today. Bhutan does not have pepper pickle! I will also buy a Bhutanese pepper pickle today. Is there?

Ismail raised his voice again and said, huh. He can't speak without raising his voice.

Rice, pulses, flour, Bhutanese chilli pickle, soybean oil, tea, sugar all together cost five hundred and seventy three rupees. Reshma opened all the packets in the market and opened the vanity bag to pay the price. She stared at the vanity bag with astonished eyes.

Ismail said suspiciously, what money was stolen?

No. I forgot to bring it. Uncle give it to someone with me. Bring it from home. Will come and will come. I will rent a rickshaw.

Ismail frowned for a while and said, I have to do it tomorrow.

I'll go through the time going to the studio. I go before eight in the morning - then the store does not open?

The store doesn't open until ten o'clock.

Then we will go on the way back.

Well.

Reshma did not go anymore. How to go, empty handed. Ishmael does not know his home by the infinite grace of God. If he knew the house, he would send people.

The evening is over. Reshma is sitting with a dry face in the office of Bani Kathachitra. Mizan did not tell the manager about Reshma's payment. Munshi, the manager of Bani Kathachitra, said with a dry face that the payment for the shooting is now closed. Payment will not be made without Sir's written order. Munshi is a tough guy - even if he hugs his legs while crying, nothing will happen. Even then Reshma is sitting if Mizan Bhai leaves. The people of the unit come to the film office once a day.

The scribe said, "Why are you sitting here?"

Brother Mizan tells me to stay.

Then stay.

Reshma smiled to herself. Lack has taught him something to teach or not to teach. Taught to lie nicely. Who is the most beautiful liar in the world - needy people. Who performs the most beautiful? Poor people do. They have to act all the time. Reshma is waiting with great anxiety while she has a smile on her face. This performance is not an easy performance at all.

The office closed at eight o'clock at night. Ten minutes to eight o'clock. Munshi said, where did Mr. Mizan come from.

Reshma said anxiously, I do not understand anything. Mizan Bhai said, come to the office after evening, there is an urgent matter. Forgot. Who knows if. Probably forgot.

He stood up. He does not have bus fare to return to Joydebpur. That's not a problem. If a beautiful girl like her says softly to the conductor - no fare - the conductor will not mind. But they have to tell the truth. No story can be told to them. One needy person catches the performance of another needy person. The bus conductor is also a needy person.

The sky is cloudy. It may rain. Reshma has to go to Magbazar bus station. He wants rain in his mind. But now it is not raining after getting on the bus. He wants to go home soaked in rain water. Sweating in the heat.

Unnecessary human desires are probably fulfilled all the time. As soon as I got off the bus, it rained silk. Good rain. The rickshaw pullers are ringing the bell, come on, you can't get on the rickshaw. Firstly there is no money, secondly there is no will. It doesn't feel very comfortable to get wet in the rain. The drops seem sharp. It's like it's getting stuck. Some of the rain falls softly on the body, some of the rain pierces the body like sharp sand particles. Who is to say why this is so?

As soon as she came near the house, Reshma deleted the name of the picture from her body and became Mitu. Now she is no longer Reshma, now she is Mitu.

Mobin Bhai's house on the porch of the house. Next to him is Mitu's sister Jhumur. Listening to the story with his hands on his cheeks. Jhumur did not see Mitu. Mobin saw it first and pointed to Jhumur with his finger raised. Jhumur stood up, shouted happily - Apa has left, Apa. Hearing Jhumur's scream, his mother Shaheda came and stood at the door. His face is also bright with joy. He came forward and took the girl's hand and said in a soft voice, what happened to wet, why wet? I would have taken a rickshaw.

Mitu looked at Mobin. She is ashamed to talk to this man in front of her mother. Don't be shy when you say it before. Now I'm ashamed to say you do. Mitu said, when did you come?

Mobin did not answer. He pressed his face and smiled. Jhumur said, Mobin Bhaiya came in the afternoon. I said, Upper today shooting until the second shift, will not come before twelve. Mobin Bhaiya said he would definitely leave before eight. He was right. Apa, you change your clothes. Shivering in winter

Mitu went to change his clothes. Shaheda is standing next to the bathroom with a towel in her hand. He said in a hushed voice, Mobin has brought the market today.

Why?

I don't know why? About 2 kg of polao rice, khasir meat, butter oil. He told me that my mother wanted to eat polao-korma in your hand.

Cooked polao-korma?

Hmmm. Ginger, hot spices, nothing in the house - you did not go with the money.

Did you cook korma without hot spices?

No. Mobin said, I don't know what else it will take - I will list it in a piece of paper and bring it. Wise boy, he doesn't know our condition.

Give me some food soon, mother, I am very hungry.

Did you bring any money? Mitu did not answer. It doesn't feel right to talk about money or think about money at the moment. Shaheda said in a hushed voice, what has he brought for you. Suddenly I did not understand these keys.

Although Shaheda did not understand, Mitu understood. Today is the 18th, his birthday. No one at home remembers - he doesn't remember himself, but Mobin Bhai remembers. There is no point in just spending so much money on this one occasion. Mitu came to the verandah with wet hair wrapped in a towel. Mobin is sitting alone. How skinny he looks. Mitu smiled and said, what gift did you bring for me - mother said.

Hmmm.

Where to give the gift.

I gave it to Jhumur.

What's the matter? Books?

Uh-huh. A sari. Cheap things, cotton sari. I remembered the color very well.

What color?

The texture is light purple, the edges are green.

Never buy purple for black girls. Black girls in purple look more black. Purple absorbs color from the surroundings.

How do I know so much?

Our makeupman, I heard from him.

Why was your shooting canceled today?

Various reasons. In other words, I don't like talking to you about pictures. Did you get any news about the job?

No.

Looking at the market, gifts, I thought maybe you got something.

Not found yet.

What am I doing then?

I am doing what I used to do before - the peddler of knowledge. I am going from house to house on the knowledge ferry. Private tuition.

Have you stopped giving job interviews?

No. Still giving. My patience is as limitless as my misfortune.

Do not speak the language of the book. I'm very upset. Which is easy to say in plain language.

Well, I will say.

Sitting in the corner next to Mobin, Mitu said, "You become a peddler of knowledge, you don't have to go on your own in what you earn, you have to send money to the country on it - in this situation it is very unfair to spend so much money."

Mobin said in a light voice, "I don't know justice, I don't know injustice."

I didn't tell you. Don't speak the language of the book.

Reading books day and night, I have become a bit like a book. Dry wood.

You are giving so many interviews - nothing is happening anywhere?

Every time there is a feeling of being, then it does not happen.

How's that again?

Twenty days ago I gave a job interview. The chairman of the board said, your study abroad is very good. Quiet Impressive. Nice to meet you. So far. Didn't get the job.

One day it must be.

Mobin smiled. Beautiful smile. His smiling face could not be seen in the darkness. Mitu thought - it is better not to see. The man's smile is so beautiful. Seeing it causes unbearable pain in the chest.

Jhumur came and said, come to eat Mobin Bhai.

Mobin stood up.

Arrange food by spreading carpets on the floor. The two sisters are sitting on either side, with Mobin in the middle. Shaheda is handing out food. Mobin looked at him and said, mother you do not eat? She called her mother nicely, but she didn't like Shaheda's call. The boy is good. Very good. One of Rafiq's dearest friends. When I see him, I think of Rafiq. But Shahid does not like this boy. He does not know the reason for dislike.

Mobin said, mother, you also sit with us.

Shaheda said like an instrument, you eat. I don't eat anything at night. There is heartburn.

Jhumur said, don't tell that story again while eating Mobin Bhai. Let everyone listen.

Which story?

Listen to the story of the wise ghost - Apa, you too - with a terrible laugh. Laugh and eat bitterly. Ghosts are usually very stupid - that ghost was intelligent and wise. He had memorized the first twenty-six pages of Rabindranath's novel 'The Last Poem'.

Shaheda said in an annoyed voice, what is the story while eating? Which eats quietly. Can you eat Mobin? How was your meal?

Very good mother. I eat ugly food at the hotel. Polao-korma looks like nectar.

Jhumur said, does Mobin Bhai eat nectar like Polao-Korma?

Mobin smiled and said, no. Nectar is sweet to eat.

He said as if you had tasted nectar.

Shaheda said again in an annoyed voice, why talk so much while eating?

After eating, Mobin is sitting on the verandah. It rained very hard. Jhumur is sitting next to Mobin. She is listening to the story with wide eyes.

Shaheda is lying down. His body is not feeling well. Mitu put tea water in the kitchen. There is no tea milk. Must make color tea. Mobin can't drink color tea. Jhumur came and sat down beside him.

Hmmm.

Mobin Bhai, how can you go in the rain like this?

How to get wet, and how to get wet.

Don't leave our house today.

Hmmm.