The post-modern day Bangladesh, full of traffic plus people were busy with their work except for the restaurant which was lazy as a donkey. Every day, people criticized the owner of the restaurant: Aziz but when he came to the kitchen, most-especially the young ones ran away from him.

Aziz said “Thebra Ali! How is the chicken curry?”

When he tasted it, he pretended to praise it.

Then the head chef came in front of everyone as a head butler or a boss.

He said “so sir, how can I help you?”

Aziz said “a customer is coming”.

Suddenly, someone rang a bell. Aziz saw his customer sitting at the table. When he tasted most of the menu, he went to toilet many times right after he ate the menus listed in the restaurant. He was so overweight that his seat broke down even he tried to take rest.

Few minutes later, he went away by abusing the restaurant in Tamil Language.  As Aziz never understood it, he danced but the Tamilian customer slapped him in an overweight manner much that he fell down from the chair. He was recollecting the memories of the old songs ‘duniya ta mosto boro’ (World is big).  Aziz danced along with the song.

After he left the restaurant, most of the young chefs arrived with lot of laughter. They burst laughing so much that some plates and pans were broken. Thebra Ali got so angry that another chef put a bucket of water to make him calm down. They were singing by criticizing the owner such:

He is misshapen

He is cruel

No one knows where the youngsters should go

He is mad

He is Abnormal

Only the elders taunt him up

Meanwhile,  at the office, a jolly Aziz sat happily as he was performing the line of Hamlet

-“Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked-meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.”

Suddenly someone knocked the door. A handsomely man who resembled Afridi opened the office door.

He asked “May I come in?”