When I was coming out from the uterus of my mum I had to kick to his abdomen (but, in your world you don’t coz you come out by caesarian section). From my first day of this earth I had to pay always the cost of that kick. And, so, I am being kicked by all the people around. Someone, those are clever a bit, kicked me all the time. I can’t coz I didn’t get proper nutrition for the development of my brain. Let me recite a bangle poem written by Sukanto

“hey amar shodesh, obak korle tumi,

Jonme e dekhi khubdho shodesh vumi,

A deshe jonme podhaghat e sudhu pelam,

Obak prithibi selam tomake selam.”

(oh, my country, you amazed me,

after birth watching my land full of riot,

I got nothing but kicked hard,

Salute, only salute to this world.)

I know most of you don’t like poems so, no more poems.

My parents loved me so much (why loved coz they bade this world good bye a long time before). So, they tried to make me a first class citizen of this 3^rd world country (but, it’s a mystery to me still how I hope to get apple from a mango tree) & admitted me into a govt. primary school. I don’t know whom of you went to the govt. primary school. You can build up your knowledge there but your knowledge will not much more than class two of a standard school after passing your poor school.

After that my high school journey begins. To say the truth if you really wanna be a man in this world, if you wanna grow your balls, wanna be a fucking something I will tell you go to a govt. high school. There is no place in this world like that at least I think. I was not a good student there. I forget to tell you something. My father had to bribe the Headmaster to let me in at this school. As a back bencher student I had to always stand up on my desk. My ears are about to touch the size of the elephants. I think some scar mark you may find on my butt. But, that doesn’t mean I was not trying to be good student. I tried my best but what can I say there is some people in this world not born to study.

But, my turning point came at last. When I was at class ten, my father divorced my mother & I ran away from my parents. I knew my dream childhood came to an end.

I had to work hard to earn some food. Sometime I starved for two to three days. In this world if you has nothing nobody will help you, but if you got something than everyone try to help you. What a cruel rule of this world. Can you tell me what a boy of 14-15 years old need? No, he needs nothing no money no food nothing but some love some affection. I forgot what is called love. I stayed at pavement near a rail station with some drug addicts and prostitutes. I wasn’t really too bad to look at rather I was a bit attractive. So, some pros try to be with me. I wasn’t an angel so; I went with one pro to be with her. But, when she became naked I was about to vomit & ran away from there. From than the next few years I got no attraction to girls. I lived with them & some of the addicts became my friend. But, may you not believe I still take no drug but I smoke. My life was going on, from path to path with them. It’s a life you can’t feel or imagine.

When I was 20 years old, I worked at a motor garage. My life changed there. There was a TV in the garage. So, after finishing our works we (with my co-workers) used to watch the movie at night. We watched all kinds of movies bangladeshi, hindi, english everything. My co-workers used to watch the hindi movies most of the time but I used to watch the bangladeshi & hollywood movies. I am not meaning that I was extraordinary coz I didn’t know english but, the action scenery & beautiful actresses of hollywood always attracted me. Sometime I with my friends of our garage tried to act ourselves. May be that was the beginning. Beginning of my life.

But, only these movies was not my inspiration. There was something, a girl whom I loved for the first time. That is a great story of my life. I was running scaring a dog & turned left of the street. I clashed with someone, the most beatiful face of my life I never forget. Suddenly I was slapped by that girl. A 18 year old girl slapped me. I cried that night. The first time I cried after 6 yrs. I forgot to tell you that I never met my parents again. May be I’ll get them someday in this orange shaped earth.

The next morning, I woke up smiling. I dreamed, that girl was kissing me. A dream that was impossible.

We were acting ourselves in the garage in between our works. Once I wrote a tiny drama length most probably 5 minutes. We were rehearseling our drama in our garage, our boss watched this drama & clapped.

One year has already been passed after that drama. I joined to another garage. And, here I came more closer to my dream girl. She stayed in a flat not far away from this garage. She was the daughter of the best friend of our garage owner. Oh! I forget to tell you her name. Her name is Prova, who lightens my life.

You know you can’t change your life without luck. And, that happened in my life. One day, my boss told me to go to Prova’s house. I went there & it was a shooting spot. I was called to act. You shouldn’t be so much surprised coz their caretaker was in vacation. So, I was the substitution. I opened the gate when my Prova’s car entered & it was my first shoot in front of the camera. I got no compensation. When I was returning back to the garage, I just smiled one time and promised to myself to be the real one in future. Do you know, why? Not for acting as a caretaker but I saw something. Someone touches Prova’s body. May I fall in love with her. And, if so, what will you do if someone do the same to you girl friend. This is not a film but reality. You know sometime reality is stranger than imagination. And, my mission impossible began.

I better finish the story, it's up to you how you like to end this.