of days back, I took a trip to Bangladesh Television for a voice
recording. To my surprise I found that BTV was totally infested
with mosquitoes. Even inside the recording studio, there were
hundreds of them around us humming and biting. While practising,
I had to hold the script with one hand and with the other, I
was beating the air to try and disperse the rowdy bloodsuckers.
It was undoubtedly a sight to see. I wonder why the authorities
are turning a deaf 'skin' to the issue. Can they not use some
form of insect spray, at least inside the recording studio,
where one needs a hundred per cent concentration while performing?
Hasan, Noorjahan Road, Mohammadpur
was late at night and I was returning home by bus after work.
The road was quiet and the bus was empty, except for only four
passengers. Though the driver was driving extremely fast, which
would make any formula one driver envious, I was rather enjoying
the cool breeze as I was idly looking out of the window. Suddenly
the bus made a sharp 'U' turn, which really unbalanced the passengers.
I somehow managed to keep my balance but my fellow passenger,
seated right next to the bus door (whose seat was not properly
fixed to the floor of the bus) almost shat out of the bus door.
It was almost as if he was flying. Luckily, the bus conductor
was at the gate to prevent him from exiting the bus in such
a futuristic manner. I thank that bus conductor because his
quick reflex probably saved the life of the unfortunate passenger.
I hope that the bus drivers soon come to understand that they
are carrying human beings and not cargo behind them. Happy journey!
Sohel Hara, Olympia Palace Restaurant 2, Satmasjid
few days ago, my friend and I were walking from Gulshan-2 to
a fast food shop close by. Suddenly from nowhere, a guy of about
30 started to shadow us. After walking for sometime, we clearly
heard him say, "Lagbe naki kichu, bhai?"(Want something,
brother?) I turned but the man pretended that he was talking
to himself. We went on walking and after a while, he said something
again, "Deshi, bedeshi shob paben amar kache, whisky, vodka,
beer." " (I have all types of stuffs both local and
foreign.) We finally understood his intention and we quickened
our pace and quickly got into the fast food shop. Once inside,
we felt relieved. I'm sure this sort of incident is quite frequent
in Dhaka but my question to the authorities is that if it is
this easy to get these items here, why blame the youth for getting
spoiled? I'm sure that Bangladesh would be a much better place
for all if these simple problems are tackled.
Maple Leaf International College