while back, I had gone for a swim to the university swimming
pool for the first time. Leaving my bag beside the changing
room, I went to the pool for my swim. After swimming, I came
back to the arts faculty on a rickshaw, when I discovered
that my purse had been stolen, along with my facewash. Time
and again, I had been warned by my friends that books, money,
calculators, mobile phones, watches, clothes, etc, from dorms
and even bags kept in the exam halls get stolen. Most of the
time the thieves turn out to be the students themselves. Starting
so early in life taking things that do not belong to them
one can only wonder what they will do later on in life.
Department of English, Dhaka University
in our lives
few nights ago, I was passing by Paribagh when the headlight
of my car shone upon a corner on an overflowing trash can.
I was shocked to see a man, eating food from the filthy trashcan.
This was probably one of the many ironies of in our country,
where some drive Mercedes, Volvos and BMWS while others have
dinner from the garbage.
few days ago, I was coming out of my house and heading towards
my workplace. The street was clogged with so much rainwater,
that I, along with other pedestrians, had to walk very carefully.
When I was cautiously walking on the road looking for a rickshaw,
all of a sudden, a private car drove by the pedestrians and
splashed dirty water all over them. We got half-drenched in
the slimy rainwater. All the victims were cursing the reckless
driver. Usually, I would have ignored such an incident. However,
that day I thought otherwise when the offender's car got stuck
in a mini traffic jam. When I came close to the car I noticed
an elderly woman and a young man sitting in the back seat.
I tapped on the car window and signalled for the driver to
roll down the window, after which I gave him a small lecture
about driving consciously, especially on rainy days, in a
stern voice. Thankfully, the driver remained silent and actually
seem ashamed of himself.
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