such a gamble that most of the modern people don't believe
in it. But after any sort of failure, most people curse fate
or misfortune. A few months back, I met a very successful
person. I asked him, "Don't you ever think that your
succes can be attributed to fate?" He stared at me for
a long moment with his childish eyes and smiled. He said that
everything around him had happened so fast that he hadn't
even had the time to think about it. He was so dissatisfied
and so restless about his career that he never seriously thought
about fate. He further added, "Maybe this restlessness
is going to bring about my downfall. It's going to burn me
out one day." He seemed to be a little ambivalent. "What
theory do you follow for such a row of successes? " I
asked. "Just three lines can change your life and make
it successful, he replied with confidence. "One, don't
look back; two, don't let any part of your life intersect
with any other and three, never fail to do hard work, just
fight with your fate". That day, I had met one of the
most popular and successful persons in this subcontinent--
Sazid Ahmed, Dhaka
scorching summer, monsoon makes everything saturated and soppy.
This particular season symbolises joy and new life in rural
communities. As for city dwellers, it is quite a different
experience altogether. For us it means two months of broken
and muddy roads to conquer along with numerous woes. The other
day, while I was looking out the window during a torrential
downpour, some street urchins were playing on the road near
an open manhole (which had its lid broken a long time ago).
They were frolicking around and having the time of their life.
I feared that one of them might trip and accidentally fall
into the manhole. My dread soon took shape as they started
to scuffle among themselves and to my utter horror, one of
the lads suddenly slipped and fell into the manhole. By the
time I caught my breath, the boy had somehow managed to lift
himself up from the mucky water and scampered to safety. His
peers started to laugh at him, oblivious to the terrible danger
he had escaped. He could surely have drowned that day. I wonder
why our authorities do not repair such death traps. Do we
want incidents like "two boys drowned in a manhole"
repeated in the future?
Jinaan Khadeejah , Uttara
Angels Fear to Tread!
I miss my university bus, I return home by the local Number
9 bus. But one strange ritual that has recently developed
around the local buses in the Science Laboratory area is that
they are always stoppet by sergeants. These ustaads come up
to the buses and ask for licences and other documents from
the bus helper. The helper quickly runs up to the driver and
the driver hands him some money, usually a Tk.50 note for
the 'problems' with the licence. The bus then goes on its
way. This sort of harassment is quite rare with the buses
with 'gate-lock' service but is an everyday happening with
local buses. What is the definition of law and order in Bangladesh?
Sometimes, I am so angry I want to do something. But who am
I to stop them. How can I dare to venture "where angels
fear to tread"?
Nahid Kaiser Toma, Dept. of English,