The week in re(ar)view
Bangladesh Explosive Technology Sector (BETS) sees 80 percent growth
More blasted revelations
Bangladesh develops high tech software for determining bombing targets
RCT: It seems the JMB have been employing computer programmers in the mosques to come up with a special software that they use to determine the next bombing target. It takes in all the situational variables compiled with the subneutronic isentropic amorphization of numerical coefficients. In layman's terms the computer looks at a map, goes 'eeny, meeny, miney moe' to select a target. Bill Gates has been reported to suffer sleepless nights at this development.
By Gokhra and Mood Dude
An evening of poetry
Organized by the Department of English and Humanities, it featured joint performances by the students and faculty of BU, and Brine Pickles, a creative writers group, which is part of the British Council's Connecting Futures project.
The first half of the event featured performances by the Brine Pickles members. The MC Saushan Rahman introduced the group coordinator Saiful Islam who started off with an introduction of the group, and spoke about the group's immediate plans, which include another performance at the State University of Bangladesh on Sunday, November 27, and a bigger event at the British Council in December, which will be a joint collaboration with four young creative writers from the UK. After rendering his poem “Tea”, he handed the floor to his team, which comprised of Theotonius Gomes, Sabrina F Ahmad, Farhana Farid, Asif Iqbal, Fatimatuz Zohra, Munasir Kamal and Hasan Ameen. The more memorable performances included Theo Gomes' poem about the Dhaka Tokai, Farhana Farid's poem about women and their roles in society, and Munasir Kamal's poem about racial discrimination within the school.
The second half of the programme left the dais open to BU, and Professor Ashraful Amin was the first to perform, reading his translations of poems by Jibon Anondo Das. Professor Kaiser Haq followed, and had the audience hooting with laughter over his hilarious parodies of famous poems like Banalata Sen, and TS Eliot's “Wasteland”. Students Sama Ara Ashrafi and Towhid Shams Chowdhury read out Christopher Marlowe's “The Passionate Shepherd to his Love” and Sir Walter Raleigh's “The Nymph's Reply”.
Professor Firdous Azim, the Director of the Department of English and Humanities spoke at the end of the performance, commending the Department for arranging the event, and thanking Brine Pickles for participating. Finally, Saushan Rahman closed the programme with a poem by Rabindranath Tagore.
It was a small and simple event, but definitely a memorable evening for all who attended.
By Mohammad Hammad Ali
Right to dream
Two tiny brown eyes peeked out from behind the counter.
The shop keeper looked down in annoyance and for the third time this week wondered why the poor can't just remain in their places. They can't even afford a decent meal and this boy here is seriously thinking about buying chips? Like most shopkeepers, this shopkeeper too knew how to assess his customers and who to pay more attention too. Likewise this boy was just a waste of time.
“Ja tho ja, taka thakle aysh”(Get lost and if you have any money, then only come)
Saving 8 taka was not much of a big deal in a city like Dhaka if he wasn't just 6yrs old and didn't have an overbearing step mother to deal with. Ali's current occupation consisted of selling flowers and all the proceeds of his meager sells went into the pocket of his gracious mother who constantly reminded him of the favour she was doing him by giving him one meal a day. Ali never complained until the fateful day he asked to keep back an amount to save for a packet of chips.
“Ki? Tui chips khabi?” (What?, You want to buy chips?) Then a burst of laughter and a stark refusal. “Bhath khaite payne ar tui chips khabi, shok kotho”(We don't even get rice to eat and u want chips?) After that, she was extra careful to check whether he gave up all his money to her and Ali was careful to sneak a few cents behind without her notice. After all it was his hard earned money, not like he was stealing.
As Ali made his way home, he did not notice the tall, bearded, well dressed man who followed him home. The man who witnessed the interaction between the shopkeeper and this boy and who saw the boy count his meager savings and smile gleefully to himself.
Ali crept to his makeshift torn piece of clothing which served as his bed as soon as he went home, his mother and sisters not having arrived home yet, and fell asleep. It was only awhile later that he realized that some packet lay at his feet. Ali was scared but decided to check what it is.
He wondered who left it there ..surely not one of his slum mates? He tore the packet open not only to find a new sat of clothing but a nice pair of shoes and believe it or not 5 whole packets of chips. He couldn't believe it, did God send an angel to his house? That was the only explanation. It was true in Ramadan, wishes did come true. There still existed angels on this earth.
As the man drove home in his car after having encountered the shocked face of the boys mother on his way out, the man couldn't help but think of such untouched innocence which still existed on Earth. He couldn't let that innocence be transformed into bitterness. This boy was as young as his child and deserved a fulfilling Eid, though he only asked for a packet of chips.
By Afrina Choudhury
By Bushra Sameeha Anwar
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