A short story of happy people.......

Happy people

As people change clothes, Abdul Quddus changes names. It is not the one who changes in anger, it changes in danger. It is dangerous for him to walk in one name for a long time. Alfred Gomez has been Abdul Quddus' name for the past month. This is the first time he has taken a Christian name. There has been a slight change in the dress with the name. A silver cross tied in black thread hung around his neck. In the pocket of his coat is a book called The Gospel written by Matthew. Christians are humble in speech সে he is trying to be humble. Attempts are not being successful. Anger is rising.

Abdul Quddus i.e. Alfred Gomez's job is not to sell stone idols. Where he can only sell one idol a year, he sells about four or five idols. Earlier his main customers were American gentlemen now Japanese. It hurts a lot to do business with the Japanese. They are not satisfied with the pictures of the statue. They have to show things. The thing is that they are not satisfied with what they see, they fight in various ways. The idol is rubbed on green paper like sand paper. The paper is then thrown into a large calculator-like device. There will be a crackling sound from inside the instrument. What all the writing will come out. Then he would shake his head as if Abdul Quddus had come to collect counterfeit goods. Balkeno no no in a pose-like manner. No deal. You go.

Quddus understands these performances of customers very well. He immediately rolled up his belongings. Carrying the goods in the cloth bag, he stood up with the bag in his hand. He said bye with a smile. Doesn't stand out. Lets walk to the door. The Japanese customer then says in a busy manner in worse English than Quddus-what else do you have? Quddus says, there are more but I will not do any business with you. You do not understand the real fake.

Let's see what other goods there are.

No, I won't show you anything.

Saying this, Quddus did not wait, but came out with long legs. His need, the need of the masters. Just find him. Alley Tasya will cross the alley and appear on Shah Suri Road. This is the dislike of Quddus. If Mr. Subora comes and goes to his house, people's eyes will fall. He will raise his eyes to his forehead and think - what is the matter? Why so many gentlemen in this house?

The business of selling idols is Quddus's choice. There are risks but not big risks. The people of Bangladesh do not bother with idols. From time to time news is printed on the inside pages of newspapers that smuggling of invaluable resources of the country is very useless. No one cares about this kind of news. In a country where people are being trafficked, idol smuggling is out of the question. The price of an idol is certainly not higher than that of a human being.

Abdul Quddus is sitting quietly in a room of a tourist hotel. Cambis's green belly thick bag next to the chair on the floor. Inside the bag are towels, then newsprint and things wrapped in polythene. There is a spectacled Bengali gentleman sitting in front of Quddus. It is understood that he will do business transactions. Abdul Quddus is a little apprehensive - it is not clear how much this Bengali Babu Commission will eat. If the man could have been told in a gesture that the commission would be given, he would have been relatively safe. Ten percent commission. The higher the price, the higher the commission. In these cases brokers help raise prices. It would be nice if I could hold the spectacled man in my hand. There has not been such an opportunity yet. The main customer has entered the toilet and is not leaving yet. The sound of flashing is coming from the bathroom one after another. Saheb's stomach has gone down after eating Bangladeshi food - who knows? Orsaline running? Why isn't the assistant wearing glasses wearing Orsaline?

The gentleman raised his hand and said, "My name is Jubayer Khan." The burning cigarette is in the hand you raised. The possibility of smoking a cigarette when doing a handshake. Quddus Birus's face just touched Jubayer Khan's fingers.

"My name is Alfred Gomez," Quddus said solemnly.

Are you a Christian?

Yes.

How long have you been doing idol trading business?

Quddus's mood turned sour. He did not ask the question in an awkward manner by bending his face. As if Quddus is the biggest thief in Bangladesh. It is destroying the country by crossing the invaluable resources of the country. And he is a great saint. Quddus said in his mind - as long as you have been brokering my business.

Bring samples?

Quddus did not say yes or no. He noticed that suddenly his anger had gone up.

Show me what the sample brought.

Quddus said, let him who buys see. What do you see?

I'll see you later. If I say yes, you will see, sir. I have little experience in the quality of the soil and its price.

Quddus reluctantly opened his Cambys bag. He took out the idol wrapped in a thick towel. The gentleman leaned over. He said in a dry voice - what idol?

Quddus said, I do not know what idol. I am not an expert like you. Girl idols can say this. Any goddess of the Hindus would be Tebi. They have millions of goddesses. One of the millions of goddesses.

Uh, no goddess idol. Apsaras can be idols. Rambha, Menaka. Sir does not seem to be interested.

Why not be interested, the idol is bad?

Not a long time ago. The cut shows that the age is not more than five hundred years. The grains of stone are large. How much do you want?

I will say the price in dollars or Bangladeshi rupees?

Say it in dollars.

Ten thousand dollars.

What did you say?

Zubair Khan raised his eyes to his forehead. Quddus said, you have ten percent commission. For ten thousand dollars you will get one thousand.

I don't need a commission. Five hundred rupees. I can't tell you that this thing costs ten thousand dollars. Even if the idol was made of stone, it would be a matter.

Quddus said, then what else to get up. As he spoke, he wrapped the idol in a towel. And then the Japanese gentleman entered the room. Zubayer said in a hushed voice. Japanese language. It is strange to hear Japanese on the face of a Bengali boy. The Japanese also chirped for a while in reply. Jubayer looked at Quddus and said, Sir wants to see the idol.

Quddus said in a bored voice, what will happen?

Zubair said, nothing will happen. Sir, if you want to buy this idol for one thousand dollars, I will forbid it. Still want to see the show.

Quddus removed the towel. Mr. came forward. He chirped for a while more.

Zubair said, "Sir, it is not bad to see the idol, but the lips are broken." This sees a part of the lower lip broken.

Quddus saw. Really broken. The value of these old-fashioned things only increases when they are broken. Even then it is flawed. You should have seen and heard more at the time of purchase. However, the statue does not look bad because of broken lips. Quddus has never seen this idol before. This is the first time watching. The more he looks, the more he is surprised. It doesn't look like a stone statue. It looks like a living animal. For whatever reason, he suddenly felt ashamed. The cheeks are slightly red. Very anxious girl.

Zubair said, "Sir, you want to know the price."

Damto said.

Talk about rubbish. Now just say the price. There will be cash payment. The Japanese are a people of few words. One thousand dollars becomes much more. Even then, I saw that Opini had come with difficulty, saying that it was a thousand dollars. Doesn't seem to agree.

Quddus filled the idol bag with arrows. I told him to carry the bag on his shoulder. Your sir is a man of one word. I am also a man of such words.

Haven't you opened a fixed price shop?

Yes, fixed price.

Sahib has started chirping again. There is a kind of excitement in his chirping. At one point, he even threatened Zubair in Japanese. Then he looked at Quddus and said in English, sit down.

Quddus sat down. Looks like there will be trade. There is danger in remembering old things. Once remembered, it means to be stuck in the hook! It is very difficult to get out of that fishing rod. Did you build it on a hook? Think built?

It is very important for Quddus to sell the clay. He has not sold anything in the last one year. Hasmat took seventy thousand rupees to bring a Vishnu idol. There is no search for Hasmat. People have heard that he has collected the idol and sold it elsewhere. The great family of Quddus. Wife with four children. His two sisters-in-law also live with him. You have to send money to the country. One sister has recently become a widow. He also has to pay money. I don't think you can get a pass with just money. This sister will also move to Quddus with her family. I wish I could sell the statue today.

The gentleman raised his hand and said, "My name is Jubayer Khan." The burning cigarette is in the hand you raised. The possibility of smoking a cigarette when doing a handshake. Quddus Birus's face just touched Jubayer Khan's fingers.

"My name is Alfred Gomez," Quddus said solemnly.

Are you a Christian?

Yes.

How long have you been doing idol trading business?

Quddus's mood turned sour. He did not ask the question in an awkward manner by bending his face. As if Quddus is the biggest thief in Bangladesh. It is destroying the country by crossing the invaluable resources of the country. And he is a great saint. Quddus said in his mind - as long as you have been brokering my business.

Bring samples?

Quddus did not say yes or no. He noticed that suddenly his anger had gone up.

Show me what the sample brought.

Quddus said, let him who buys see. What do you see?

I'll see you later. If I say yes, you will see, sir. I have little experience in the quality of the soil and its price.

Quddus reluctantly opened his Cambys bag. He took out the idol wrapped in a thick towel. The gentleman leaned over. He said in a dry voice - what idol?

Quddus said, I do not know what idol. I am not an expert like you. Girl idols can say this. Any goddess of the Hindus would be Tebi. They have millions of goddesses. One of the millions of goddesses.

Uh, no goddess idol. Apsaras can be idols. Rambha, Menaka. Sir does not seem to be interested.

Why not be interested, the idol is bad?

Not a long time ago. The cut shows that the age is not more than five hundred years. The grains of stone are large. How much do you want?

I will say the price in dollars or Bangladeshi rupees?

Say it in dollars.

Ten thousand dollars.

What did you say?

Zubair Khan raised his eyes to his forehead. Quddus said, you have ten percent commission. For ten thousand dollars you will get one thousand.

I don't need a commission. Five hundred rupees. I can't tell you that this thing costs ten thousand dollars. Even if the idol was made of stone, it would be a matter.

Quddus said, then what else to get up. As he spoke, he wrapped the idol in a towel. And then the Japanese gentleman entered the room. Zubayer said in a hushed voice. Japanese language. It is strange to hear Japanese on the face of a Bengali boy. The Japanese also chirped for a while in reply. Jubayer looked at Quddus and said, Sir wants to see the idol.

Quddus said in a bored voice, what will happen?

Zubair said, nothing will happen. Sir, if you want to buy this idol for one thousand dollars, I will forbid it. Still want to see the show.

Quddus removed the towel. Mr. came forward. He chirped for a while more.

Zubair said, "Sir, it is not bad to see the idol, but the lips are broken." This sees a part of the lower lip broken.

Quddus saw. Really broken. The value of these old-fashioned things only increases when they are broken. Even then it is flawed. You should have seen and heard more at the time of purchase. However, the statue does not look bad because of broken lips. Quddus has never seen this idol before. This is the first time watching. The more he looks, the more he is surprised. It doesn't look like a stone statue. It looks like a living animal. For whatever reason, he suddenly felt ashamed. The cheeks are slightly red. Very anxious girl.

Zubair said, "Sir, you want to know the price."

Damto said.

Talk about rubbish. Now just say the price. There will be cash payment. The Japanese are a people of few words. One thousand dollars becomes much more. Even then, I saw that Opini had come with difficulty, saying that it was a thousand dollars. Doesn't seem to agree.

Quddus filled the idol bag with arrows. I told him to carry the bag on his shoulder. Your sir is a man of one word. I am also a man of such words.

Haven't you opened a fixed price shop?

Yes, fixed price.

Sahib has started chirping again. There is a kind of excitement in his chirping. At one point, he even threatened Zubair in Japanese. Then he looked at Quddus and said in English, sit down.

Quddus sat down. Looks like there will be trade. There is danger in remembering old things. Once remembered, it means to be stuck in the hook! It is very difficult to get out of that fishing rod. Did you build it on a hook? Think built?

It is very important for Quddus to sell the clay. He has not sold anything in the last one year. Hasmat took seventy thousand rupees to bring a Vishnu idol. There is no search for Hasmat. People have heard that he has collected the idol and sold it elsewhere. The great family of Quddus. Wife with four children. His two sisters-in-law also live with him. You have to send money to the country. One sister has recently become a widow. He also has to pay money. I don't think you can get a pass with just money. This sister will also move to Quddus with her family. I wish I could sell the statue today.

The gentleman raised his hand and said, "My name is Jubayer Khan." The burning cigarette is in the hand you raised. The possibility of smoking a cigarette when doing a handshake. Quddus Birus's face just touched Jubayer Khan's fingers.

"My name is Alfred Gomez," Quddus said solemnly.

Are you a Christian?

Yes.

How long have you been doing idol trading business?

Quddus's mood turned sour. He did not ask the question in an awkward manner by bending his face. As if Quddus is the biggest thief in Bangladesh. It is destroying the country by crossing the invaluable resources of the country. And he is a great saint. Quddus said in his mind - as long as you have been brokering my business.

Bring samples?

Quddus did not say yes or no. He noticed that suddenly his anger had gone up.

Show me what the sample brought.

Quddus said, let him who buys see. What do you see?

I'll see you later. If I say yes, you will see, sir. I have little experience in the quality of the soil and its price.

Quddus reluctantly opened his Cambys bag. He took out the idol wrapped in a thick towel. The gentleman leaned over. He said in a dry voice - what idol?

Quddus said, I do not know what idol. I am not an expert like you. Girl idols can say this. Any goddess of the Hindus would be Tebi. They have millions of goddesses. One of the millions of goddesses.

Uh, no goddess idol. Apsaras can be idols. Rambha, Menaka. Sir does not seem to be interested.

Why not be interested, the idol is bad?

Not a long time ago. The cut shows that the age is not more than five hundred years. The grains of stone are large. How much do you want?

I will say the price in dollars or Bangladeshi rupees?

Say it in dollars.

Ten thousand dollars.

What did you say?

Zubair Khan raised his eyes to his forehead. Quddus said, you have ten percent commission. For ten thousand dollars you will get one thousand.

I don't need a commission. Five hundred rupees. I can't tell you that this thing costs ten thousand dollars. Even if the idol was made of stone, it would be a matter.

Quddus said, then what else to get up. As he spoke, he wrapped the idol in a towel. And then the Japanese gentleman entered the room. Zubayer said in a hushed voice. Japanese language. It is strange to hear Japanese on the face of a Bengali boy. The Japanese also chirped for a while in reply. Jubayer looked at Quddus and said, Sir wants to see the idol.

Quddus said in a bored voice, what will happen?

Zubair said, nothing will happen. Sir, if you want to buy this idol for one thousand dollars, I will forbid it. Still want to see the show.

Quddus removed the towel. Mr. came forward. He chirped for a while more.

Zubair said, "Sir, it is not bad to see the idol, but the lips are broken." This sees a part of the lower lip broken.

Quddus saw. Really broken. The value of these old-fashioned things only increases when they are broken. Even then it is flawed. You should have seen and heard more at the time of purchase. However, the statue does not look bad because of broken lips. Quddus has never seen this idol before. This is the first time watching. The more he looks, the more he is surprised. It doesn't look like a stone statue. It looks like a living animal. For whatever reason, he suddenly felt ashamed. The cheeks are slightly red. Very anxious girl.

Zubair said, "Sir, you want to know the price."

Damto said.

Talk about rubbish. Now just say the price. There will be cash payment. The Japanese are a people of few words. One thousand dollars becomes much more. Even then, I saw that Opini had come with difficulty, saying that it was a thousand dollars. Doesn't seem to agree.

Quddus filled the idol bag with arrows. I told him to carry the bag on his shoulder. Your sir is a man of one word. I am also a man of such words.

Haven't you opened a fixed price shop?

Yes, fixed price.

Sahib has started chirping again. There is a kind of excitement in his chirping. At one point, he even threatened Zubair in Japanese. Then he looked at Quddus and said in English, sit down.

Quddus sat down. Looks like there will be trade. There is danger in remembering old things. Once remembered, it means to be stuck in the hook! It is very difficult to get out of that fishing rod. Did you build it on a hook? Think built?

It is very important for Quddus to sell the clay. He has not sold anything in the last one year. Hasmat took seventy thousand rupees to bring a Vishnu idol. There is no search for Hasmat. People have heard that he has collected the idol and sold it elsewhere. The great family of Quddus. Wife with four children. His two sisters-in-law also live with him. You have to send money to the country. One sister has recently become a widow. He also has to pay money. I don't think you can get a pass with just money. This sister will also move to Quddus with her family. I wish I could sell the statue today.

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