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<%-- Volume Number --%> Vol 1 Num 158 <%-- End Volume Number --%>

June 11, 2004

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Ask first

A few days back, I went to Botanical Garden with a friend. We sat down in a nice spot and started to talk. We were in the midst of our discussion when a young man came to us carrying cans of soft drinks. He insisted that we bought one and he constantly kept on nagging about it. Finally, he stopped nagging and broke the cap off the can and handed the cool can to us politely. We decided not to refuse his gesture. He then left the scene, promising to return after a while to take his money. When we finished the drink, he came to take his money, but this time, with his friends. He boldly demanded Tk.40 for the can. I was surprised because it cost only Tk.15 in the market. I told him that if he wanted to make a profit, he could charge a little extra but Tk.40 was atrocious. After hearing this, his tone rapidly changed. I handed him Tk.40 but he didn't seem content. He said that he also needed "baksish" (tip) for his trouble. I tried really hard to contain myself and handed him Tk.10 more. This was the most awkward situation that I have ever been in. Now, I feel very insecure to even order a can of soft drink in the park.

K. J. Saeed, Dhaka College

Tenacious Beggar

Some days back, I purchased a ticket to board a Premium Bus from Shahbagh. A beggar with a robust body came to me and asked for one taka. He came pretty close to me and scared me at first. I refused him politely and he went away. After about five minutes, he came again and asked me to buy him an egg. He told me that he was very hungry. His stubborn persistence angered me and I rejected him again, this time a little rudely as I was in a rush. To me, begging is nothing but a public nuisance. When I returned home, I started to think of the burly beggar that I had encountered today. Fate is such a funny thing. It can change at anytime for anyone, even for this gigantic and imperious guy.

Molla Mohammad Shaheen Dept of English, Dhaka University

Dhaka: The Beauty of Uncertainty

The title is a little contradictory but let me elucidate the facts. Every day, a large number of people come to Dhaka to have a better life. There are others who only dream of coming to this beautiful city. The migration rate to Dhaka can be best observed if one visits places like Sadargat, Gabtali and Saidabad. However, things are not what they seem. Dhaka has turned into a city of slums, since this is the only place the hapless mobs find their resort. These people are facing adversity at every turn. Time tells through its own tongue as it offers them nothing but a gruesome present, keeping them far from the future they had dreamt of. An invincible adversity with its constant hardships become their only companion. But Dhaka too, with its mysterious beauty and cryptic natural beauty somehow tantalises these people again and again. Every night, they close their eyes with the hope of another sunrise that will remove all the pangs of their cruel fate. Time goes by. Time is cruel. Seldom does it change for the likes of these poor people.

Tawhidur Rahman Nazrul Islam Hall, BUET


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