Mr PhD Man part -1 written exclusively on Steemit

"Have you met him? Mr. Ph.D. on physics?"

The way my aunt asked the question, seemed to me that it is one of the most mysterious questions exists on the planet. Her face was bright like she is the only one who knows the answer to this question.

She looked at me and asked, "hey stupid, have you ever met a guy who has a Ph.D. from Cambridge in physics?"

"Why? Does he look dangerous?"

"Why would he look dangerous? You are stupid as always. He looks lost. When I look at him, I feel a bit sad for him"

"Why does he look so lost?"

"He is lost as he is thinking about the mysterious questions which are not yet solved. Now, he is researching on the God's particle. Have you ever heard about it?"

"I didn't know that God can be found in a particle."

"Even I didn't know. Maybe nobody from Bangladesh knows about it."

"Forget about Bangladesh, maybe even God doesn't know about it."

"How God doesn't know? He knows everything, Stupid as always", my aunt said.

"How do you know this Ph.D. guy?"
" He is a friend's son, came to Bangladesh after a long time. So, his mother said until he stays in Dhaka, I have to take care of him a bit as it is so crowdy, a lost person like him can easily be lost. I think you are the perfect guy for the job. You have to give him company until he stays in Dhaka. That is the reason why I called you", Aunt said.

"What is his name?" I asked

"Monayem Khan."

"Tell me the nickname"

"Why do you need to know his nickname?"

"Most of the time this genius and serious people have stupid nicknames. Who knows, maybe his name is Hablu."

"Hablu"?

"Yeah"

"Day by day you are becoming irritating. You talk too much. What do you want to drink? tea or coffee"

"Tea and coffee. LIstening about the physics Ph.D. guy my head is spinning, need both of them. If it was Europe or America, I would say, "Two peg whiskey on the rock."

"Did you forget that I am your aunt?"

Suddenly one phone call came. Aunt had to go. She likes to walk and talk. When she came back she looked pale and disappointed. She said,"His name is Hablu for real. They were twins. As their father was a little bit crazy guy, he named them Hablu and Kablu, so stupid names"

"Why are you so disappointed? Dr. Hablu sounds nice even You can rhyme with Hablu Kablu."

"Hablu is in hotel Sheraton. Room number 545. Can you go and have look? Does he need anything or something or something like that?"

Now, you see that even you started to call him Hablu like he is from our house. It doesn't feel far. It looks like a person who passed high school somehow and entered in University. Now his job is to walk in front of the girl's college and throw flying kisses."

"You talk too much. Get lost for now"

I hope that you liked my story. Other parts are on the way. If you upvote and comment this poor writer it would mean a lot to me