I experienced childhood in a riotous house with one siblings and no sister. My father was a Naval Sailor of Bangladesh Navy, and then he is a religious man in his own particular calm way. He for the most part stayed silent about his religion.
My mother was a passionate housewife-trendy-scholar, and she brought up her children as “great” as other kids of Chittagong Sailors Colony, that is, the kind who go to school and score very good result. At any rate, I grew up with a solid feeling of good and bad, and never utilized my brain. Now I feel proud to say that ‘I’ve a raw fresh brain now’. I was the howcow typed kids in my secondary school that never passed full subject in his exam.-- Stay cool. Embrace weird.