new semblance of Begging
fine day, as I was passing by the Farmgate cinema hall,
I noticed one of my friends there, waiting for her car.
I went over to her and we started a conversation. All of
a sudden, a poor little boy about three to four years old
came towards my friend and pulled at her dress. He then
started to cry at the top of his lungs. We were stunned.
I gave him a small amount of money and asked him to go away
but he refused. He seemed to be much louder now, which was
drawing a small crowd around us. Suddenly, he stopped and
silently asked me for ten Taka, “Naile jamu na” (Otherwise
I won't leave), he concluded. Blood started to rush to my
head upon hearing this. I pulled the little boy aside violently
by his hand and told him to leave in a very rude voice.
The little boy at once left, quite surprised at my behaviour
in front of my friend. I feel really bad because it is mostly
the girls who are victims of these beggars and they don't
leave unless they (the beggars) get something. This is somewhat
like 'hijacking', isn't it?
was a hot and humid day and I was travelling with much discomfort
by a City bus. The road was totally jammed with all kinds
of vehicles. We had a clever bus driver who wanted to take
a detour to avoid the snail movement of the traffic ahead.
Even though most people agreed, some opposed the idea, as
they would have to walk a small distance in order to reach
their destinations. An altercation immediately started between
the passengers and the conductors. I was watching all this
like a silent spectator, as it didn't seem safe to intervene
in such a heated discussion. I noticed an old man starting
to push and shove at one of the conductors which immediately
started a scuffle. Finally, an all-out fight broke out,
with punches being thrown in all directions. From the corner
of my eyes, I saw the old fellow silently get down from
the bus. He got on a rickshaw and left the scene with a
devilish grin on his face.
Olympia Palace Restaurant
In the Web
friend is one of those people who take the Internet for
granted. She looks upon it as a place where she can completely
change her identity and become someone different. It was
at Bangla Café that she met a guy called Sayeed and
gave him a fictitious identity of herself. Her online name
was Sara and everything about her was untrue. Sayeed began
to get really serious about her and wrote her huge pathetic
love mails in improper English. When he asked for a picture
of her, my friend sent him the picture of a girl she had
met on the net, who was called Sara. She was pulling the
whole thing off fine until that fateful day when Sayeed
sent a mail calling her by her real a name and asking how
she could betray his trust. Apparently, he had met the real
Sara in his university campus. When he showed Sara the mails,
which he thought to be from her, she recognised the writer's
mail address and gave him her real identity. This incident
should teach some people not to fool around on the net.