<%-- Page Title--%> Dhaka Diary <%-- End Page Title--%>

<%-- Volume Number --%> Vol 1 Num 156 <%-- End Volume Number --%>

May 28, 2004

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Emotional Blackmail

A few days back, I was on my way home when I was stopped by the Science Lab traffic signal. Suddenly I saw a poor man who was bleeding from his head. He was trying to stop the bleeding with his bare hands and his expression was of great pain. He was going around saying that he had been in an accident and asking for assistance from the commuters. He mainly wanted money. As the light turned green, I was on my way, sad because I could not extend a helping hand towards the helpless fellow. I was very sad to notice that no one else around him was paying him any attention, nor was anyone coming forward to help. Some days later, I got caught in the same traffic signal and to my amazement, I saw the same man with the same injury, still going around asking for assistance. I finally came to understand that the man was faking an accident and was actually begging. I had met a perfect master of the trade of emotional blackmail.

Zakir Shomi, BUET Staff Quarter

The Night Riders

We were all gossiping in the dormitory in the IUT campus when another friend of ours, Arif, entered the room and flopped down on his bed. His eyes were peculiarly reddish. We were all looking at him dubiously as he looked like he had juts been in a fight. Slowly, he told us what had happened. It was about 10 p.m. when Arif had boarded a ‘rider’ at Abdullahpur. Only one seat was vacant and Arif took it. After a little while, he knew that the rider was rigged. Three of the other passengers suddenly took out knives and started to assault him simultaneously and being in the position that he was, he could not resist them at all. One of them, probably the leader, asked Arif to be completely calm and to give all that he had. He said that if Arif did not comply, he would simply be thrown out of the moving vehicle if he did any "teri bery" (hanky-panky). They took his cell phone, but luckily returned his sim card. They took two thousand taka off him and all the while, the other guys were hitting and punching away at him. Finally, the leader told his companions to give him the "osudh"(medicine). They took out some white powder-like dust and rubbed Arif's eyes with the powder. Arif was frightened and tried to scream. but he was held back by strong hands and some more powder was applied on him. Poor Arif could see nothing and his whole face was burning up. In such a condition, he was thrown out from the moving vehicle right in the middle of the road. With the mercy of Allah, he somehow made it to the footpath, guided by the blurry light of the lights on the roadsides. After he had washed his face from somewhere, he made it back to the campus. If such incidents occur in our public transportation system, how are we to travel safely?

Rafi, Khikgaon

A Challenge

I will never forget that night. Four of my friends from N.D.C and I were close to Rifles Square trying to buy a birthday gift for a friend. We were walking on the footpath when we noticed a really nice, luxurious car in one of the showrooms. I jokingly made a bet with my friends and said that in 2 years time, I would buy a car like that. To this remark, one of my other friends challenged me that he would be able to buy a car like this right then and there. We all made a bet that if he could get a car like this right now, we would treat him to a Chinese dinner. My friend immediately took out his cellular phone and called his dad, who happened to be in Canada. He simply said that he liked a car and wanted to buy it. His father called his (my friend's) mother here in Dhaka and within 30 minutes, his mother and uncle were at the showroom. They talked with the car dealer and a deal was made. It only took about 35 minutes and my friend had the keys to that car in his hand. He had won the challenge and we all owed him a Chinese dinner. I suddenly felt that in a country like ours, where people can't eat two full meals a day, there are people like my friend who can buy a car, just to win a bet. Bangladesh never ceases to amaze me.

Majba, South Komlapur



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