I don’t like talking only about BCS and careers in my inbox. It gets extremely, extremely, extremely annoying!! What’s the point of being my friend just to ask about BCS and careers? If you think my writing is helping you, then I humbly say—all my content is public anyway! What’s the harm in taking a little trouble to read it yourself? And which law book says that being on the friend list of someone who topped the BCS exam will make you a BCS cadre? Before I got my job, I barely even laid eyes on any government employee. So what? Didn’t I get a job? Didn’t I become an officer? If someone constantly bothered you about careers, how would you feel? Think about it for a moment.
I and everything about me belongs entirely to me, my family, and a few people close to me—no one else. Whether you’re getting a job or not, whether you’re in distress or joy, whether you’re drowning in an ocean of despair or swimming in a pool of inspiration—none of that affects me in the slightest. Getting frustrated and giving up is nothing but foolishness. If any of my work benefits you, it’s purely coincidental. There’s no greatness or role on my part—I do the work solely for my personal joy. Think about it—within my modest abilities, I’m doing as much as I can, aren’t I? I actually prefer writing other kinds of pieces rather than motivational ones. Those are dearer to me. Yet I still write them, don’t I? Do I now have to be asked even the names of guidebooks? Some people even write harsh words and behave rudely. Why do you do this, friend? I don’t scold you, do I?
Believe me, I’m also a human being!! My day is also 24 hours long. Public service isn’t my only job! I also need to listen to music, watch movies, read books, flirt with beautiful women. When I see a beautiful woman’s “hi-hello” in my inbox, I too jump up with joy—just like you! I secretly sneak into beautiful girls’ profiles to look at their photos and get completely smitten! You do it too, don’t you? If not, see a doctor—quickly! Why should your message be as important to me as it is to you? Your problem is solely your problem, no one else’s. Think about it—on what grounds do you expect a thoughtful, solution-filled reply to your cow-essay-like personal problem message from a stranger? Yet I still give some replies, don’t I? Because of your one silly message, someone else’s very, very important message gets lost after 100 messages, and I don’t even notice it. Tell me, is this right? Are you getting very angry reading my words? Let it be! Whether you know it or not, I know that no one has ever given you all more free service than I have. I also know that because of helping you all, I’ve been hurt by you more than anyone has ever had to endure. I’ve had to understand this reality at great cost.
I too wish that all the beautiful women in the world wouldn’t call me “brother.” You want the same thing too, don’t you? Or am I wrong? In this world, alas, who wants to be a beautiful woman’s brother?! Because I simply cannot be a hypocrite, I don’t get many other worldly pleasures that I could have had. I say what I have to say directly. I kick hypocrites away from me. Why would everyone need to be liked to survive in this world? To me, the most offensive curse in the world is—hypocrite! Better to be a scoundrel than to be a hypocrite! Please don’t come to me thinking I’m something I’m not. Honestly, you’ll be disappointed! I’m not some saint-type person. Deep inside, I’m “as wicked as truth,” completely primitive-type! My biological feelings are exactly like yours. I too grew up with childhood experiences like standing very cautiously over 100 taka lying on the street, making sure “no one sees,” and then conveniently pocketing it. I too need the bathroom. When I’m in a bad mood, I too feel like breaking things. I feel like punching certain people in the nose, or at least calling them “son of a pig.” I’m not an alien, friend. Like you, I too get angry, I hurt. Just because I stay smiling doesn’t mean I’m very happy. Perhaps the person who can smile most beautifully in the world is the saddest person in the world. The one who cheers everyone up often has a very heavy heart. You’ll never know that.