As I was one of the very few breastfed children of this nor male society, I was frequently mentally maltreated by my fellow populace. My only cry-me was - I didn't have the privilege or means to buy the powdered milk (free with male-a-mine) sold particularly to the nor male society!!

During my stay in the States, I was caught red-handed and scolded several times for drinking raw milk (of course - of you-know-what)! (I) thought and thought and got confused about that incident!

Then after several years of caging in the Guantanamo Bay for my pretty petty cry-me, I got kicked in the (you-know-where) and in chorus kicked out of the States map! After several visa refusal from many countries like Myanmar, I finally decided to inhabit in BD - but albeit with a "Re-Fug(u)e-(e) Visa" application and through some very severe measures (cannot be articulated here in detail due to the permanence and soundness of my "Re-Fug(u)e-(e) Visa" class)!

Now what? As I should point out here that I went to States as a DV lottery winner but I was given away the way out of States at the wrong time so I could not submit an application for residency! Needless to state, I could not get back my previous job which was being a milk-male (!) in a dairy farm, after my ejection from detention, despite a lot of futile endeavor! So, here I was back in BD for a second time with no substantiation that would give the world an idea about the openness of my States episode!

After coming back from States, I looked for a job frantically. After all, not even a soul can live in this planet earth without at least paying the monthly house rental fee or things like that! Beside, I had to face my pitiable milk starving soul day after day!!

So, I started to look for donation from people for a 'top-secret' (!) philanthropic project, and even if I took it for two months as an experi-(mental) project but how to make ends meet - I mean how could I survive those two months? And soon they started to allege the project as 'begging' here in BD so I got con-(fuse)(d) and the job deceived and left me! From then on, my heart used to dry up each and every day!

After little over a year, having come back from US, I did submit an application for a job (indeed), but with no domino effect! But then how to get a job again and again?!

My previous employer had earlier sent a documentary titled "MHP" ('most horizontal primate' or something like that fleeing from Guantanamo Bay.....) to (youtube) and how many clicks it has got until now, I just tend to faint to paint here! If anything more was needed to make it look perfect, the jail authorities had put the jail stamp on it and last but not the least, you can check out my name anytime when you google "Most Wanted Milk Sucker Scumbag", I can proudly confess here that I'm in their "Top Ten" list!

So here I was with a not to be faulted WYSIWYG CV!! I could not append it to any application that I might put forward for a job anywhere. I would have been given away "the coridoor of uncertainty" right away!

But I was impatient (not) to try my States cry-me here, so I applied for a job in one of those milk farm here and got it as a milk-male (!) for a second time as a second chance!?!............