Mr. Mubarak's hotel room
Mr. Mubarak's hotel room is close to the sky. Room 633 on the eleventh floor. When the window is opened, clouds will enter the room. However, there is no system to open the window. The room is like a balcony - the balcony is also covered in Thai aluminum. Here you can see a little bit of Tokyo city. The runway at the International Airport looks the best. One plane is getting on and off every minute. Mr. Mubarak had no idea that the plane flew in such a regal manner. After standing on the verandah for a while and watching the plane rise and fall, he came to the conclusion that while flying, the planes flew in a royal manner, but when landing, they landed in fear.
This part of the veranda in the hotel is called Business Corner. There are personal computers, fax machines, writing chairs and tables. Hot coffee in a coffee parlor in one corner of the writing table. CNN news is showing on a small TV in one corner of the main writing table.
Cigarettes can be eaten in this part of the porch. Such a notice is hanging. If you say no smoking sign, you want to eat cigarettes, but if you see such notices, you don't want to smoke cigarettes.
Today is Sunday. Holidays. There is nothing to do today with what Mr. Mubarak has done. There is no question of wandering around the city or shopping. These are good until a certain age - then not good. Moreover, there is nothing new to see in Japan. He watched the plane fly for a while longer. Today I thought of a list of what to do all day.
Talking on the telephone with Rehana. Even if you don't speak, there is no harm in speaking. Every time he came out of the country, he had a long telephone conversation with his wife at least once. He has been out of the country countless times - Rehana never came with him. Rehana has a fear of the sky. Whoever saw his hand as a child said that he would die in an accident. Rehana's idea is that the accident will be in the sky.
A letter can be written to Rehana after telephone. When he came out, he wanted to write a letter. But who will write the letter? There is no one to write his letter.
Books can be read. He brought the ghost book with him - the first story was read in the middle. How the end of the story can be seen. The end of a story that starts nicely is usually very random.
Mr. Mubarak poured coffee into the cup. Tea and coffee do not like to drink these drinks by yourself. It feels good if someone else makes it and hands it over. It would have been better if Tepi had brought the girl with him. At this point he could hand over a cup of coffee. It was a holiday. He used to travel with me on holidays. I was overwhelmed by what I saw. It was nice to see that wonder. It is good to see the astonished eyes of others when one's own ability to be amazed is lost. The girl could have been brought in effortlessly. He dropped the plan at the last minute - but asked Lokman to inquire about the girl. Lokman sent a fax yesterday. He did not want to fall. Not doing it yet. When will. Then read on.
It was not good to eat coffee. Or maybe it's better. He doesn't like himself. The matter of feeling good and feeling bad is very intense. What you don't like, you can't make him feel good even after trying a thousand times. He used to try to look good when he was young. Don't do that now.
He did not like Rehana on his wedding night. A doll doll type girl. He was sitting huddled in the mirror in one corner of the bed. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the scent of roses. The living room is decorated with roses. The scent of a rose is tolerable. But the scent of one lakh roses cannot be tolerated. Rehana looked up as soon as she saw him enter. Beautiful face. Chubby happy happy look, big big eyes. Even then Mr. Mubarak did not like it. He tried hard to feel good and said, how are you Rehana?
The bride sat motionless, not answering.
Did you see that it was hot, the flowers rotted in the heat and left an awful smell, didn't they?
Rehana said, yes.
But the living room was not hot at all. The air conditioner in the living room is still running even though the wedding is taking place in winter. The fan is rotating lightly above the head. He sat next to the bride and raised his hi. Very few men sit next to the bride in the living room. He's in that small men's team. If Rehana is around, her hi still rises. Hi still when I spoke to him on the telephone.
Mr. Mubarak moved from the veranda of the hotel to the bedroom. Talk to Rehana on the phone for a while. You will see the faxes coming from the country. Read the ghost book. No, not the whole book, the last of the first story. Spending the day lying down today. Lots of work tomorrow. He did not bring anyone to help with the work. He has to do it alone. One would have brought someone. We could talk without help. People cannot be alone. The biggest punishment for human beings is not death penalty but solitary confinement. Lonely exile.
Hello Rehana?
Oma, you!
How are you Rehana ??
Surprisingly, you split up and left for Japan. I haven't said anything before. I telephoned Idris - Idris said, Sir in Japan. I said - where is the telephone number. He did not give. He said he did not know. I'm sure he knows, but he didn't. Did you tell him Don't give me the telephone number?
No.
Then why not?
I don't understand why he didn't give.
You must rebuke him. No wonder I asked for the telephone number, but he didn't give it. Lied
Rehana, you didn't say how you are.
Not good. Didn't get a drop of sleep all night yesterday. I went to bed at eleven o'clock at night, then I thought I would not sleep. I telephoned Kanta - Kanta said, pour water on her head, drink a cup of hot milk and lie down. I poured water on my head. But I can't find hot milk anymore. There is no milk in the house except condensed mix for tea. Can you imagine? In the end, a packet of milk was found in the deep freezer - it has become like a frozen stone. Can you imagine? I melted the milk stone in the microwave - Oma, that's a waste too! It's been two o'clock in the morning eating hot milk.
Did not benefit after eating hot milk? I saw. Towards last night my eyelids closed a little - I just had a nightmare then.
Your nightmare of that accident?
No. More terrible. I saw in a dream that my work girl is Karim's mother, she is annoying me with her handkerchief.
Tell me what?
The more I say - this Karim's mother, this, the more she laughs and beats. Anyway, I woke up in the morning and said goodbye to him with three months advance salary. Don't want to go - crying - I didn't pay attention. I can't sleep at night just like that, then if I leave him even after having such nightmares, will it be okay?
No, not at all.
You bring me a book from Japan.
What book?
A book of dream interpretations. What happens when you have a dream - this book.
Khabnama national book?
Hmmm.
These books are supposed to be available on the sidewalks of our country. What can be found in Japan?
So can be found. Resorts are being made all over the world with little. Dreams are not a trivial matter.
Well, I'll bring the book. Now I put the telephone. There seems to be no urgent fax. The sound is on the fax machine.
Mr Mubarak hung up the phone without giving Rehana a chance to speak. He is relieved - because Rehana did not ask for his telephone number. Forgot to ask.
There is no end to Mr. Mubarak's surprise at what Lokman has sent out about Tepi. The girl's name is not Tepi-Mitu. She has a name in the world of photography - Reshma. They are not three sisters, two sisters and one brother. Brother is in jail. Sentenced to seven years. Dad worked in the tea garden. He quit his job and started a business. He lost everything while doing business. He died while studying at Mitu Intermediate. The girl was no longer educated.
The report sent by Lokman is not complete. The report should have contained this information on how the Meyet photo line. What business did the girl's father do? Brother has been sentenced to seven years - what is the case? Murder case? Arms suit?
The girl knows acting well - at first she had a slight suspicion that the girl was joking - at last he began to believe her. Three sisters - Happy, Tepi, Pepi. This ridiculous thing is not to underestimate the acting ability of a girl who can be convinced.
Mr. Mubarak does not play anything at noon. He ate a glass of tomato juice with ice cubes and went to bed. Tried to read the story book. The further you go, the more bizarre the story becomes. These stories are being written nowadays as ghost stories. Millions of copies are being printed and distributed all over the world. Does that mean anything?
It is not possible to sleep comfortably on a full stomach. I feel short of breath. Probably because he slept with hunger, he slept till evening. I woke up to the sound of the telephone. Telephone from office. He will be interrogated by telephone every evening as long as he is out. He will be informed about the Dhaka office.
Lokman called. Mr. Mubarak said in a soft voice, how are you Lokman?
I'm fine sir. I sent a fax, sir, got it?
Yes. What is the news of Dhaka?
There is no news to give, sir. All is well.
Is it right that our ship is scheduled to arrive at Mongla port on June 18?
Sir so far so good. Eden will come, if there is no problem in Eden will come as the date.
Is there any possibility of problems?
Yes sir.
All right. Good thing, you know how much money it takes to make a picture?
Sir, I do not understand you.
Do you know how much money you have to invest to make a picture, to make a full length feature film?
Sir I don't know, but I can find out if you say so.
Find out.
I'll find out now, sir. I'll let you know in a couple of hours.
There is no hurry - you have to find out, you have to let me know at some point.
Yes, sir.
Lokman, then I put the telephone?
Mr. Mubarak left the telephone and fixed the night's activities in his mind. Take a cab around for a while. You have to go to the bookstore - you have to buy books on dream information. Then you need to find a Mexican restaurant. Wanting to eat margarita with dinner. This drink is not available anywhere else except in Mexican restaurants. Japanese cab drivers don't know English. Hotel receptionists need help. He does not like to talk to the receptionists of big hotels. It speaks like an instrument. To date, he has not found a receptionist in a five-star hotel who speaks like a man.
The receptionist of this hotel is dressed as if she is going to take part in the beauty pageant right away. The lipstick given to the thin lips seems to be burning on the lips. The Japanese can't speak good English. But the girl said in perfect American accent English, Sir what can I do for you? Mr. Mubarak is looking at the girl with annoyance and disgust. The instrument is not talking to humans. He might have spoken like a human if he had ruined the girl's sense of accomplishment by saying something difficult.
What can I do, sir? Mr. Mubarak's wish is to say - Young Lady, I feel very alone. Will you come for an hour at night after your duty is over? I'll pay you handsomely.
If he speaks like this, he will get a shock. His robotic attitude can cut into it. Mr Mubarak did not say much, but asked for the address of the Mexican restaurant. The girl quickly figured out the address. He smiled and said, will I fix the cab and give him instructions?
It is very good. You're so kind.
Please don't mention.
All stuck. Talk like all instruments. As if programmed in advance.
Rehana is like that too. He is not a receptionist in a five star hotel. But when he speaks, he too comes to his senses. Can't get out of it. Can't talk outside of this. In fact, not all people are like that? Isn't he a robot himself?
How are humans robots? It doesn't happen quickly - it happens very slowly. So this process is not understood - he woke up one morning and became a robot. Then he became restless in terror. Is he himself now in a state of panic? Yes. He feels alone all the time and feels unbearable with people. This unbearable feeling disorder is on the rise. Gradually increasing. Twice he felt that there was no point in surviving. It didn't feel normal, it felt intense.
I first thought it was three years ago. He went to bed after eating at night. Rehana said, how do you like today's vegetable kopta? He said, well.
Didn't it look a little sour?
Hmmm.
Tamarind became more. Madrasi cooking is tamarind in everything.
Hmmm.
I told the cook to do it once without tamarind.
Well done.
Tell me tomorrow?
Tell me.
He lay down on his lap. Rehana went to sleep with the lights off and she fell asleep after a while. He could not sleep. He did not move from side to side. Rehana's sleep will be disturbed if she moves. He lay down quietly. The bathroom tap was probably not turned off properly. After a while, the sound of water dripping started coming. A minute of silence – then a word ‘top’. Silence again sounds again. He carefully got out of bed. He turned off the bathroom tap well. Then the sound of the clock began to be heard. The thorns of the second are moving. He got up again. There is no point in lowering the clock from the wall to the chair. He stood on the verandah for a while. The front road is empty.
Boss. Boss.
Yes there is.