The day ended with a theatrical flourish. First the sun made a stage exit, behind the star spangled curtains of twilight. While the sky above changed from pink and violet to scarlet and mauve, then a deep blue, the city roads below swelled up with the homebound traffic amidst a fanfare of horns and revved engines and rickshaw bells and human conversation. There was a flurry of activity both above and below and finally the lights dimmed, and a hush settled down as evening descended.
It was, Siyam decided, a most ridiculously maudlin way to describe a perfectly mundane event like sunset. Yet given the high drama of the day's events, she supposed it was only fitting that her thoughts would take such a direction.
The morning had begun with a scene with her mother. "Your sense of time management appalls me! A young woman your age would be a wife and a mother, managing her own household, and you can't even get to your classes in time! " And so it went on, while she mutely downed her porridge, gathered her books and walked out. Her ears were still ringing with admonitions as the elevator made its swift descent.
The day got progressively worse. A traffic snarl ensured that she was fifteen minutes late for the first class, which meant that the only seat available to her was way in the back next to Nose-picker Nazrul, who…well, the name says it all, doesn't it?
Then, a hot, dusty walk to meet the teachers presiding over the magazine committee that the final soft copy of the mag had already been written on a CD, and was ready to go to print, minus the message from the club president, who hadn't delivered on time.
Only, it turned out that the sneaky guy had anticipated she would do such a thing, and had sent his copy straight to the teacher, who now grinned sheepishly as he opened the file for her to proof-read, because what was the club magazine without a message from the president?
The editing (or re-writing, rather) took up enough time to make her miss lunch and get late for her next class, which was a nightmare, considering she had missed the previous lesson on account of another similar contingency, and she was completely lost. The teacher, used by now to her involuntary but frequent absenteeism, was understandably unsympathetic.
By the time her classes ended and her car came to pick her up, Siyam was close to tears. It had been a very trying day. Now, as her car stopped at yet another red light at yet another intersection, she wondered why she had bothered to get out of bed at all. After her fourth mournful sigh in the past five minutes, her exasperated chauffeur, misunderstanding the reason for her bad mood, muttered, "Apa…this is nothing. Wait till next week, when Ramadan starts." He meant the traffic, of course, but Siyam shuddered at the prospect of a whole month of fitful sleep, traffic jams, and worst of all, no food. The mere thought of fasting made her stomach grumble, and she remembered she had not eaten since morning.
A soft tap on the window interrupted her melancholy thoughts. Turning towards the sound, Siyam saw a grubby little face pasted to the window. The child, hardly eight or ten years old, was bone-thin and dressed in rags. "Apa…
The fasting ends in a month for me. I don't even have to fast if I don't really want to. I have a choice.
She doesn't. Siyam fumbled in her purse and fished out a ten-taka note. She rolled down the window and handed it to the kid. At once, the pitiful whine disappeared, and was replaced by a wide grin of cherubic sweetness.
The traffic lights turned green, and the car started to pull away. "Thank you apa!" the kid called out after her. Thank you, Siyam thought. For the first time, she truly understood what 'siyam' was about.
Sabrina F Ahmad
Rage of Angels
Let's say Mario Puzo, John Grisham and Judith Mcnaught meet for lunch and decide to work on a story together. What should it be about, they wonder.
By Sabrina F Ahmad
You can do it!
Yes, I'm talking to you. I know how you sometimes feel. Assignments, friends, parents, teachers, so much to cope with, the list is endless. Hopelessness of continuous failure makes you want to give up in sheer exhaustion. You just can't take the pressure anymore. But you know what? There is a way.
Did you ever realize that when you are determined, when you fix your mind onto something, you can easily achieve it? Take for instance, in the morning, when getting up for school, you feel exhausted and want to sleep but as soon as think for instance "Hey I have an important class today" or "I'm going to miss all the fun", your determined and your mind fights away the sleep and you can easily get up.
The mind can be truly amazing. Many a times we do not feel well but it is not that we are physically unwell but because we are facing some kind of mental strain. Many of you fall sick before your exams and it is nothing but the pressure. Many people visit the doctors for conjured up problems.
Try this: When you have come down with fever, occupy your thoughts elsewhere instead of feeling sorry for yourself and moaning. Pretend you're not sick and try sitting up or even stand up, look into the mirror, smile at your complexion and even try on some make-up. You can also try inviting some friends over or even easier, call them up. You will get better soon enough. Many hospitals in the U.S. have make-up carts for their patients in order to make them feel better.
Many people are obsessed with their weight even though their skinny as a bone. Again many people are so fat but they can't stop eating. They find a kind of comfort in food. Its all up to the mind and the thought process. Many a times you aren't even really hungry but just think you are and so indulge yourself. However if you are determined, you can lose weight in weeks or keep your mind diverted from food. Or you can always look on the bright side and think of all the pros of being fat.
Always be optimistic and firm. Think of a bright side to everything. Suppose you broke up with your boyfriend. Instead of sulking in a corner, start anew. Think of yourself better off without him and of all the cute guys you've been missing out on. It will surely get on his nerves seeing you all confident and ready to face anything. Even try flirting!
The mind can even make you feel younger then your age and this will reflect on you physically!
So for upcoming quizzes, think " At least I wont have to study that again." Or " I can show them how well I can do."
For assignments " Hey might as well get it over with"
By Afrina Choudhury
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