situation in front of a foreign friend
foreign friend of mine had once come to Bangladesh on a business
trip. We were on our way to Motijheel through Mohammadpur
when City College caught my friend's eye, who also happened
to be a patron of the arts. As everyone knows, City College
is actually spelt as City Collage, which stands for a collection
of artefacts like pictures, sculptures, clay creations, oil
paintings, scraps of paper, etc, building an image all together.
My friend was suddenly overwhelmed by the idea of visiting
this institution called the City Collage to meet the artists
of this country and see their creations. (Then again, Dhanmondi
Road no. 27 has been wrongly printed as Dhanmondi 27 no. road!).
Out of sheer embarrassment, I tried to avoid taking him to
the place assuring him that I would take him there later on,
since there was a lot of work to be done. For the three days
that he was in Bangladesh, I avoided that road so that my
friend would not get excited over a silly spelling mistake.
I would like to request the Dhaka City Corporation to be more
careful while writing these signs and names in English.
Kibria Mahmud, Mohammadpur
my friend's parents have been deceased for over a year, they
still receive letters from the leading banks of Bangladesh.
Getting fed up of this situation, my friend decided to teach
them a lesson. One day a bank staff called inquiring about
my friend's dead father. "My father doesn't live here
anymore,' quipped my friend in reply. "He now resides
at a huge complex in Banani, Road No. 4. Just follow the boundary
wall of the complex and you'll find him there where he actually
resides permanently. However, I cannot guarantee that he will
wake up." The unsuspecting bank official could not understand
the wit in my friend's sarcasm and inquired further, "Is
that his office or residence?"
Raiyan Abu Zafar, Gulshan- 2
of your business
few days ago, my mother and I took my younger sister to the
doctor for a check up as she had fever. We reached the chambers
on time, as per the appointment. There was no one in the waiting
room. We waited for our turn for over an hour but there was
no sign of the doctor. By this time another patient came into
the waiting room. A while later we came to know that there
was no patient in the doctor's room. We requested the assistant
to let the doctor know that patients were waiting outside
but he dared not do so. Finally, two people came out of the
room who were medical representatives having a business meeting
inside. I wonder at the imbecility of these doctors holding
their business meetings, at the cost of the waiting queue
of sick patients waiting for a cure.