It was the
first day of Phalgun in Bangla year. Some of my friends and
I went to the Ekushe Boi Mela in the evening. Being such a special
day, the book fair was really jam-packed. We had to struggle
and wrestle our way, against the flow of the crowd, just to
reach the entrance. Once we were there, we were astonished to
see a large number of visitors covering their nose with handkerchiefs.
Those who didn't carry any held their noses with their fingers
and all of them had a grumpy expression on their face. At first
we couldn't guess what was happening but as soon as we got deep
within the fair grounds, we found out the source of their agitation.
There was dust everywhere. Because of the unusual turnout, and
the fact that everyone was going inside even though there was
no space, the air inside was thick with dust in them. We quickly
departed, as it was quite challenging to breathe and quietly
sat outside on a street divider with broken hearts. I guess
if people had more places to go to in Dhaka, it would not get
so stuffy everywhere.
flatmate and I were walking on the legislator grounds for some
time. We got a little tired and he suggested that we sit and
rest for a while. A tea-seller came by and asked us if we wished
to have a cup of coffee. We said no. He reiterated his request
but we politely refused again. He kept on persisting and at
last we gave in to his demands. The man was saying that if we
drank coffee, his family would have some more money to spend.
I took a cup of coffee but my flatmate refrained from it. Firstly,
the cup was really small, the taste was different and the colour
was really odd. What made things really worse was when he told
us that the measly cup of coffee cost Tk.12. We were amazed
to hear his demand. We handed Tk.4 to him but he got angry.
At this point he started to bargain and said that he would be
happy with Tk.10 but we refused to pay him any more. He kept
on persisting as before and we finally gave him Tk.2 more and
got up to leave. By now he had become very rude and told us
that if he saw us again, we would have to pay his money. I hope
all the readers of SWM ask the price of things from these people
before they purchase them to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.
Tohidul Islam, Physics, 2nd year , Govt. Titumir
Valentine's Day Tragedy
was a nice morning on February the 14th, Valentine's day. At
about 10:30 a.m. I suddenly heard an odd sound from outside.
I rushed to the window and saw a teenage school-going girl groaning
on the street. She had somehow fallen down on the street. She
had a school uniform on and a schoolbag with her. Immediately
a group of students came towards her and it seemed that she
was their classmate Ruby. Within minutes, she was taken away
for medical treatment by some local people but Ruby was gone
forever. She succumbed to with her unknown injury. It was identified
later that she was a class eight student of Moazzem Ali High
School (Demra). This unfortunate incident changed the whole
environment of the area. The death was very mysterious because
not a single sore was found on her body.
Notre Dame College