I was returning
home from university in a crowded local bus. I was sitting next
to a middle-aged man who was talking to me the whole time. He
got off later at a nearby station. When the conductor began
collecting the fares, he also asked me for my co-passenger's
fare. I was astonished and didn't know what he was talking about.
The man had told the conductor that I would pay for him and
had purposely talked to me during the whole ride to confuse
the conductor into thinking that we were acquainted and together.
I was fortunately able to convince the conductor that we were
NOT together, but I do advise everyone to beware of their co-passengers.
Al Amin Sagar Dhaka
Lost to Hypocrisy
few days back, an old man with a long grey beard came to our
home. He introduced himself as an ex-professor of Dhaka College.
He said that he had come to our home to help us. He revealed
that we had many enemies and they would harm us. My mother,
being credulous in nature, got frightened and asked the stranger
the way-out. The old man readily ordered a glass of water. After
taking the glass he blew in the water muttering some sort of
doa that we could not understand and asked all of us
to drink the water. Right after we drank it we lost consciousness.
We could see everything, but neither we could say anything nor
did we have the strength to do anything. He demanded Tk 700
from my mother and she happily complied, as if she had to do
anything he asked. When we finally got our senses back he was
gone. I would request others to be aware of this type of pseudo-pirs.
A few days
ago I was travelling by rickshaw from Darshandeory to Mirermoydan.
I had a magazine with me, a monthly, called Juvenile Voice.
Suddenly, the rickshaw-puller asked me whether it was Juvenile
Voice that I was reading. I told him it was. He then asked me
-- in fluent English -- whether I could give him a copy. I asked
the rickshaw-puller how he knew about the magazine and he told
me he read it every month. He also told me that he had passed
his B.A. but couldn't find a job and so was pulling a rickshaw
for a living. I felt really bad and as I got off the rickshaw,
I gave him the magazine and Tk. 50 instead of the Tk. 5 fare.
Is this the future of our country's graduates?
Sattar Hredoy Osmani Medical College Sylhet