It was like
any other day as I boarded a BRTC bus on my way home. The two
rows in front of the bus are usually kept vacant for ladies.
Unfortunately, two men were seated there that day. Most of the
other seats in front of the bus were occupied. There were some
vacant seats in the rear of the bus. Suddenly, a young lady
who was standing in the bus like many others (I was standing
as well) remarked, “You two men have broken the law. Don't you
see your bons (sisters) standing? You should go to
the back seats!” She went on and on with her demands and rights
and the two gentlemen, whose feelings were surely hurt, went
back leaving the ladies seats vacant for the woman. Meanwhile,
an elderly person told the lady, “Why don't you sacrifice for
your bhais (brothers)? Why do you always try to take
advantage of your sex by saying that you are a woman?” The whole
bus was filled with whispers, all of them agreeing with the
elderly person. The young lady was silent. Being a girl myself,
the 'Feminist Zone' of my brain protests to see men doing injustice
to us. But that doesn't mean that I would try to take advantage
in everything only because I am a girl.
Ahmed, Department of English, DU
was passing through Bayezid Bostami Road near Shah Amanat Market.
Suddenly, I saw a motorcycle hit a middle-aged woman while she
was trying to cross the road. As soon as the accident happened,
the rider sped off in his bike as the road was clear. The woman
was badly injured. Her whole body was covered in blood as she
lay senseless in the middle of the road. I wondered if she would
live. A crowd had gathered and some caring people put her in
a taxi to the hospital. I never saw such a scene before. Whenever
I think about that moment, I can't stop my tears. Why are people
becoming so cruel day by day? Why don't people stop all the
reckless driving and start to care, even if it's just a little
Since I cook
for myself, I was going to the kitchen market in Polashi to
purchase some vegetables. When I came down in front of my hall,
I saw a rickshawpuller there and asked if he would take me to
my destination. I noticed that the poor man was weeping. He
said that some angry students torture the rickshawpullers nowadays
without any reason. He had brought a student here two hours
back all the way from Kallayanpur and with a fare of Tk.35.
The passenger showed him a Tk.100 note and told him to wait
as he (the passenger) needed to change the money. Two hours
had gone by and still there was no sign of the passenger. I
went to Polashi on another rickshaw and returned after half
an hour, only to find that the rickshawpuller was still waiting
for the swindler. For this kind of deceit, many rickshawpullers
are reluctant to come up to our university hall. Why can't people
be a little honest nowadays?
Rahaman, BB Hall, D.U.