Chess

Chess: Playing against Shimul was a disaster for me. Before that, I had a tiny hope that there was a chance that I might beat him in the chess, at least 1 game out of 3. But when we started playing in Naveed’s birthday, he just killed me. After the 10th moved I even said I wanted to resign. But he encouraged me to continue. After 15 moves, I could smell my burned buttock. It was kind of “tutumirer basher kella” ( তিতুমীরের বাঁশের কেল্লা ) against modern F-16’s bombing. He stabbed again and again to all of my moves. That day I totally lost the appetite to play another game. I don’t know how good he is (sure enough his award shows he is good, besides that point), I am terrible in chess.