Alik's class was eleven-poetry class. Ted Hughes' Thought Fox will be taught today. At night he fell once. I thought it was quite wow. Beautiful poem.
Till with a sudden hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still: the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
What will be the Bengali? Suddenly a feeling of poetry entered the poet's head. What a strange way to feel. It's like a nocturnal fox. The fox enters the dark hole with the strong smell of its skin.
Feelings of poetry are generally considered to be heavenly, but this poet did not give a strange analogy. He spoke of the pungent odor of the fox's skin. Does the fox really have any smell, no, this is also the poet's imagination?
Moyna's mother brought tea. Frightened, he put down his cup of tea. He said in a weak voice, Afa will go to Eyes University?
Yes, I will. Well Moyna's mother, did you see the fox?
Moyna's mother stared in surprise.
Didn't you see the fox?
I see Afa.
What is the smell on the fox?
Where are you from?
All right, you go.
Alik became upset. He is twenty one years old. But he sees the fox. No. Are there foxes in the zoo? If there was, I could see it once. Telephone at the zoo or see? Alik left for his house with a cup of tea. So Mr. Borhan came face to face.
Alik's father Borhan Saheb has been shaking his head lately. His hair seems to be much younger as his hair suddenly turns shiny black. A feeling of being young has come back to haunt him. Now he is wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt. He smiled and said, My dear mother, how are you?
I'm fine. Dad, where are you going as a young man?
Mr. Borhan was embarrassed. He said in an unprepared voice, is the shirt too much? Became childish?
Something has happened.
Looking ugly?
Hmmm.
What can I say - it seems to me the color of soba. This color can be worn at the age of forty-eight.
Forty-eight or fifty.
He's sorry. Forty-eight in Matriculation Certificate. I know why the age of the paper always seems to be the real age.
Alik looked at his father with sharp eyes for a while and said in a light voice, why did you suddenly think of reducing your age? Do you have any other plans?
Mr. Borhan was shocked. He is one of the top secretaries of the Bangladesh government. He can handle any complicated situation with a cold head. Some of the common stories about him have got the status of proverbs in the Secretariat. One of those stories is the time of President Ziaur Rahman.
The meeting of the secretaries is sitting. The President came in and saw Mr. Borhan with a cigar in his hand and said in a cold voice, throw away the cigar.
Mr. Borhan said in a simple manner, why sir?
I can't stand the smell of cigars.
You have to endure a lot to work together, sir. Just as you can't stand many of us, we can't stand many of you. Yet I remain silent.
Which of my points do you disagree with?
You also wear sunglasses when meeting indoors.
Mr. Ziaur Rahman took off his sunglasses and put them on the table. Mr. Borhan dropped his cigar. The meeting began.
Mr. Borhan is a smart man. Smart from toenails to head hair. Yet he sometimes feels helpless to his own daughter. Doing this right now. Alik wants to know - do you have any other plans?
He should answer it very simply. But he can't pay. It is not possible to avoid the question - do not go into hiding with Alik. He knows very well that this crazy type of girl is as smart as him.
Mr. Borhan said in a lifeless voice, I will talk to you about this later.
All right.
We can talk tonight.
OK.
Father and Daughter, Close Door Talk.
Why are you so nervous, Dad? I know what you mean. You can still talk if you want. I have time. My class is at eleven. Looks like I won't do this class.
What will you do without class? Stay at home?
Yes.
What do you do sitting at home all day?
I don't do anything.
Don't you have friends
There is one.
Sometimes you can't talk to him?
I don't know his address, father.
What is he?
It's not right to say I don't know. I knew at one time. I also went to their house one day. Her grandmother told me, you bastard.
What a message to talk like crazy.
That's right, Dad. Looks like I'm going crazy.
Mr. Borhan stared in amazement. His mind went bad. Not enough time is being given to the girl, more time needs to be given. Lots of time. How about going somewhere with the girl? Will the leave be available?
The sound of the telephone woke up Alik. The great aunt's daughter Shi called. Shike doesn't like Alik again. Which means it's about to be the most delusional time of the year, as well. Something that no girl has done before. The difficulty is that such new things are not easily found. It is not a new thing to wake up at night in Shalban and see the moonlight or drive from Dhaka to Tongi in a car with a fake beard.
Hello alik how are you
Good.
Sleep or not?
Yes, I am sleeping. Talking while sleeping.
VAT Fazil: It has been an exciting thing. Introduced to a vagabond.
Introduction to Car.
Wanderer. In your English literature it is called Vagab. Come on, I'll introduce you. Now sitting at home. The beard is itching at the moment. Batter again has a long beard like Rabindranath.
Shipra is not interested in getting acquainted with Vagabond.
But not what you think. English Vagabond.
Vagabond is Vagabond, whether he is English or Bengali.
Alik, you don't understand, this guy is a character from Dostoevsky's novel.
Do you read any of Dostoevsky's novels? How are the characters in the novel?
I don't like to chat with you. I'm bringing the guy. If you look into the eyes of the batter, you will go crazy - sky blue. But I'm leaving.
Many nights Mr. Borhan entered his daughter's house and said with a smile - did any foreigner come?
Alik said, yes.
Too many stories?
Yes. Can chatter too. The whole world is spinning. Or went to Antarctica.
What do you say?
Yes, really. Picture shown. Antarctica is the most beautiful country in the world.
What is beautiful? Everything is covered with ice.
That's why it's beautiful. When you go there, you feel holy. I decided to go to Antarctica once.
I'll go.
Dad, do you need a visa to go to Antarctica?
Not to mention. As far as I know it is the only continent where people from all over the world have rights.
Wow, very exciting.
Mr. Borhan laughed. Laughing, he said, will you go alone, or will you take that Englishman?
Why take him with you? He's a bad guy.
A little while ago I said differently.
I did not say otherwise. The man grabbed my hand.
There is nothing wrong with holding the hands of girls among them.
I know that, father. But when Shipra went to take our picture, she hugged my waist and stood up. I gave a rebuke.
Mr. Borhan went silent. Alik said, in nice English I told him — a white man hugs me, it's not my choice. My body hurts. If you were black, one thing would happen.
Honestly?
I said yes. The batter's face became smaller at the sight. Shi was the most angry. "I have no right to insult anyone like that," he said. Dad, do I have the right?
Of course there is.
Mr. Borhan talked to his daughter till one o'clock in the morning. He could not say the words he came to say. The words are not so important. It can wait.
Alik stayed awake even after his father left. You have to memorize one poem every week. Two weeks left. There are no poems to memorize. None of it looks good.
Just before going to sleep, Alik stood in front of the mirror. He is wearing a blue cotton nightie. She stood in front of the mirror, untied the nightie, and stared at her naked body. The skin below the left rib and on the right side of the navel is pale and swollen. This is exactly what happened in the early stages of Mar's illness.
Alik's body is very beautiful. Alik looked at himself with fascinated eyes. Still watching. His gaze kept going back to the two spots.
What will he say to these two spots? The stigma of the moon? No-no stigma. The stigma of the moon remains constant, they will not remain constant. Will continue to grow. It doesn't feel good to think about growing up. Let's think of something beautiful. White white Antarctica, pure sacred. Or Ted Hughes' Thought Fox. Till with a sudden sharp hot stink of Fox.
Can't translate into Bengali? Why not? You just have to try -
There was a quiet sky by the window.
Primitive gray desert all around.
Time stood on one leg, sighing wearily.
Darkness in the millions of neurons in the brain.
Feeling suddenly flew.
Miraculous dreamy feeling.
In the book of the poet's writing - song, melody and tone.
How is it? The fox was not left out? Somewhere a line needed to be inserted, where a nocturnal fox with a pungent odor would enter the hole.
It started to rain as soon as I turned off the lights on the bed. Nice coincidence. The rain could have started five minutes earlier or later. That is not the case. The lights went out and the rain started at the same time.
Such coincidences do not come very often in people's lives.
Or who knows maybe it comes too much, no one ever notices. People never notice anything. He looks at what happens in front of his eyes but does not see. The ability of humans to see is extraordinary.
Alik now wants to write a letter. However, the letter will be written. In the dark The problem is that there is no way to write a letter in the dark. It would have been better.
Who can write a letter? How is it when the poet writes to Keats? There is a special joy in writing letters to the dead. No need to wait for a reply to the letter.