Place for a loser!

My uncle, who is in his fifties, has convinced himself that he doesn't need to work anymore. He has no family and hence not much expense, but he doesn't have any savings either. He doesn't seem to care that one day he is going to get very old and ill and then he will need a lot of money. But that doesn't mean my uncle isn't busy. We all know that those people in Bangladesh who don't have any work are busier than those who have! So my uncle keeps himself busy by going to our Derai Bazaar and spending all day in different tea stalls, gossiping about nothing. But he is not the only one; there are many others like him, doing exactly the same thing.

You get all sorts of people in tea stalls in Bangladesh. And you also get a lot of "ukil" (middleman). My uncle tells me that recently he came across a good, reliable middleman, who knows a family in London. That family knows a good, educated, "citizen lady", in her late forties, in Birmingham! The bride, or would-be bride, is excellent when it comes to Bengali cooking. She makes some finger-licking fish kebabs we have been assured.

The immigration guys would then think twice over to say no.