I was on a local bus on my way home from my university . During
the journey, the conductor came for the fare and I handed him
a Tk10 note. He was supposed to give Tk 2 back to me but he
didn't. I asked him for my change and he politely replied, “Sir,
the fare now is Tk10, so you are not going to get any money
back.” I knew that the fare was not what he claimed, but I decided
to let the matter go because he had been polite and had called
me 'Sir'. After a while, I noticed that he was taking extra
money from all the other passengers by being 'extra' polite
and by calling all of them 'Sir'. Perhaps a little flattered,
other passenger also did not challenge him regarding the fare.
I was quite impressed with the techniques of the conductor who
unlike others don't pick up a quarrel, rather he forces out
extra bucks by charming them!
Department of Sociology ,Dhaka University
days back, I saw a beggar outside a mosque after attending my
Magrib prayer at Mirpur. The beggar was shouting and saying,
“I'm sick and have a child, but he is going to die for only
Tk.820. Please save my child.” I felt sorry for him though I
couldn't do anything as I didn't have that much money with me.
He was quite loud and noticeable and many pedestrians were giving
him money. A few days later, I was coming to my university for
my classes when I recognised the same man begging and trying
to draw the attention of the people. I knew it was him because
he was using the same dialogue and was asking for the same amount
of money. I finally understood that this was all a hoax. He
was not at all telling the truth and this was just his trick
to evoke sympathy in the hearts of people so that they help
him. I felt bad because it was for people like him that the
really needy ones suffer.
Hasan Rintu, MBA, Asian University
communication is a big problem. Though English is often considered
the universally spoken language, it can land you in trouble.
One such troublesome incident took place a couple of weeks back
when I went in the VIP Box of our National Stadium. I was there
to watch the enthralling 1st Test Match in Dhaka where Bangladesh
was playing against England. Incidentally, most of the "Barmy
Army" (England supporters who had flown in to support their
team) were seated in the VIP Box. At lunchtime, I went to the
food court to buy my lunch. There was a queue for lunch, mostly
consisting of foreigners. The manager (or maybe the cashier)
of the court asked one of the British bloke what he wanted.
He replied, "One RC and one wo-u-tta" in a strong
British accent. The manager was totally baffled and to find
out what the customer had wanted, he replied, "Yes, one
RC and one more cha (Tea)"? The foreign customer was continuously
trying to explain, but the person didn't have a clue as to what
the British person meant. Meanwhile, the hungry queue was getting
pretty long. I finally intervened and explained to the manager
that the English gentleman was asking for “water”, of course
in a non-British accent. The man finally got his water and thanked
me for getting him out of the mess.
Aranya Syed, Dhaka