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Dhaka Diary

Honesty on the street
One Friday afternoon, my mother and I decided to catch up on some shopping at the Eastern Plaza. Stuck in a traffic jam, we saw a very sweet-looking girl selling flowers on the street. My mother called out to her to buy some from the girl, more out of compassion for the girl, rather than the beauty of the flowers. After she bought the flowers, my mother forgot to take her change from the girl and asked the driver to go on. As the vehicle was about to speed off, the girl was trying to keep up with the car, with the change in her hand. My mother asked the girl to keep the change, however, the girl refused telling my mother that she simply could not accept it. We were quite astonished to see a little girl set an example of honesty, which we often fail to do!

Mohammed Fahim Hara Universal Tutorial

 

The acrobat
I was returning home from school in a CNG, when an astonishing scene caught my eye. A person who had his left leg amputated, was standing on the footpath chatting with some of his friends. Done with chatting, he jumped onto the road and hopped towards the Bus stand. Remarkably, he hopped towards an Inter-City bus, got on it, using both his hands and his sole leg, and went about his destination. What was amazing about it is that he had done everything as normally and easily with just one leg, as we would with both of ours. We should actually think about this exemplary person and learn how to go on with life as smoothly as possible, even within the many complications that we have to confront.

Mushfeque New Baily Road

Blind Date
On one of those idle days, a bunch of us were gossiping at our University library. A friend of ours, quite notorious for her weird ways, appeared out of nowhere, wearing a green saree and make-up over done. As we had never seen her this way before, we naturally wondered as to what was going on. She let us know, quite gleefully, that she had a date that evening. "Oh! A blind date I suppose?", I asked with a tinge of humour. Not understanding the figure of speech, she took the comment to heart and retorted. "Just because you happen to be blind yourself, don't expect every other person around you to be the same." I tried not to laugh, and understood that she was trying to poke fun at the thick spectacles I was wearing.

Md. Shamiul Haque Dept. of English,University of Dhaka.

 

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