A Journalist's Fun House

In the middle of the street, we were starving and fell down with sickness. We sat down in the footpath, like beggars. I saw Makhanlal walking towards the footpath we were sitting. “Papa” Zoya cried. Makhanlal saw us and rushed towards us. He said “hey, Zoya, Ali and Tota, why are you with these murderers?” Tota asked “does this matter to you?” Makhanlal said “I heard that you three were lost and you, Tota Ali, your father came and he heard that you three were lost. Come with me you three”. Tota said “to hell with it, now we are in such a situation that the ‘one whom you called murderers’ has to solve it”. Makhanlal said “the police are after them!” Tota said “so what?” Makhanlal said “so what?” I said “calm down you people! Now we have to go to Oli’s office”. Makhanlal said “office?” I replied “yes, non-other than Dhaka Asylum”. Makhanlal said “Ok let’s go!” Then, we went to the Dhaka Asylum and I met the same man who played action figures. He asked “will my sister come back?” Oli showed up. Oli said “Junaiyed uncle, didn’t I tell you that your sister is no-longer alive? My dear, if your nephew was alive, you would be cured”. The name of the man was Junaiyed and he was Jannatul’s brother. After his nephew and sister died of the accident, he was in a shock. Then he was sent to mental asylum. He did not even know that his current doctor was Prodeep because he knew Prodeep as Oli. Poor Junaiyed! Our lovable brother in the society turned in to a mental stress victim. When Makhanlal said “Oli, do you know about a famous kid in our society, Prodeep Praptiraj, died in the bus accident?” Oli replied “Yes, but do you have his death certificate?” Tota Ali said “yes”. Then, we secretly went to the society. Tota Ali went to his house along with us. Then showed us his death certificate and when I read that, I thought that one point was misprinted. Prodeep’s actual height was 5 feet three inch but it said 5 feet one inch. I was shocked that how can a doctor misprint that? So I went to the doctor who had seen the deaths of our accident in 4 days. When I saw the doctor in his cabin, I entered and asked “can you remember the accident case of 2003? The bus accident from ARIF SOCIETY?” The doctor replied “yes. I remember but what is the connection with the case and you?” I replied “there was a kid named Prodeep Praptiraj who had died in the accident”. “I knew that one of you will come because, the bodies were exchanged. This is actually the death certificate of a child also called Prodeep” said the doctor. “I knew the body was exchanged by someone but I do not know who was behind it, Mr. Khan”. I knew it! Oli was non-other than Prodeep. So I called Oli. The doctor saw him and was stunned. He said “Sir? Are you Dr. PP? I found you are quite successful in psychology?” Oli replied “yes, Dr. Shahduddin, I was one of your patients from the trauma centre. You had also taught me to stitch a child preventing people’s pain. But I was failed in this line. Now, I am a psychiatrist.” Even he was five feet, eight inches, he looked tall and tattooed. He also has strong biceps which he can punch people. The doctor shook hands with Oli. We came out and we saw, Asif, Zoya, Ovi and Omi showed up. Oli said “hi guys!” Asif said “We love and hate each other, we help each other, play each other and stay with each other. WE ARE NO LONGER PRODEEP’S ARMY BUT NOW WE WILL BE KNOWN AS THE INVESTIGATORS! We are all with you Oli!” Oli said “guys, we need a plan now.”