The week in re(ar)view
Skin is not in
The High Court has extended the deadline for relocation of environmentally hazardous tanneries from the capital's Hazaribagh by six months. And it has banned dumping wastes for two months at Amin Bazar in Savar. Does that mean they can resume after two months? Watch this space (or your water supply) in May.
Inflation is over inflated
According to the agriculture ministry, production of Aman rice this season crossed its target of 1.27 crore tones with 1.31 crore tones. Government thinks market manipulation by traders' syndicate is to blame. But you readers have nothing to worry. You still get more news in bite sized quantities at the same old price. You just get less rice.
Food arrives after 38 years
Those who have not received food rations in all these years, can now finally eat. Seems patience ultimately pays off. Unless somewhere along the way you get old and die.
A three-member family will receive 35 kg rice, 30 kg flour, 5 kg sugar, 8 litres oil and 8 kg pulses for Tk 113.13 a month. About 7,838 maimed freedom fighters and martyrs' families across the country will receive food rations every month. Housing projects are also underway.
Unused garage space cannot be a hospital
Most of the private medical colleges were established without functioning hospitals. They probably practiced on cattle, which is why most patients complain that surgeons are 'koshais' (butchers). Now they need to have a hospital with a 1:5 student to patient bed ratio if a college is to be started.
Death needs to wait
He said the fire extinguishing equipment at the factory were not adequate in comparison with the size of the building. Seems garments workers are still considered an expendable item.
Local wheeling and dealing
By Mood Dude and Someone
Lovin' With Dr. Lovelove
…to get his diaper changed.
Yes, readers, I understand the pain you feel. For every word I do not write, a pansy teenage girl cries in her rich parents' tiled bathroom. The statistics speak for themselves. But I will not back down without a fight. You want short, RS? I'll give you short.
You see I'm an ordinary 16-year-old girl who has never had a relationship with anyone before. No, I'm not bad looking. It's just that I do not like guys that easily. So, recently, I have had my first ever crush on this new guy in my class who is kinda cute.
What I like most about him is his phlegmatic manner and serene personality. There are lots of other things that make him different from any other guys I've met. And I know, somehow, he likes me back. But there's one huge problem. He's a NERD.
He doesn't like to think about anything besides studies. He has a plan of never getting in a relationship and directly getting married to whomever his mom chooses for him.
This is the first guy I've ever had feelings for and I'm NOT letting him go that easily. And I want you to suggest me a way through this. Please come up with something sensible. It's a sincere request.
Firstly, stop bringing it up. Don't give him ANY signs that would tell him you want him. Fight apathy with apathy. Hang around with him, but be indifferent to his magnetism; pretend he is just (and this is important) one of the guys.
Don't make him feel as special as he usually does around you, surround him in the depths of mediocrity. Guys, to some extent, are like girls, in the sense that they want what they can't have. If you can, flirt around with another guy in front of him. His jealousy will consume him and he will come to you, how undeserving of him you maybe.
And: my solutions are NOT twisted. They are too sane for the world to digest.
Dear Dr Lovelove,
Do you know how it feels to have the truths on which you've based your lifelong ideals crumble before your eyes? From famed literary character to a chubby pre-schooler named Dale! And he was blond too! Oh, the agony!
Dr Lovelove, I used to think love at two was true, but now… to think my ideals have been reduced to this! Dale! I can't believe in anything anymore! The only thing that makes any sense is to curl up in a corner and wallow in my misery. But the well-meaning relatives won't let me do even that! What in this wretched world is one to do?
Dear A Disenchanted Damsel,
I say so with the gravest heart, for I have seen her plunge deeper and deeper into this state that she calls Deep Thought, and when she emerges she is wholly insane and absolutely capable of facing decapitation by my very capable hands. Your help is greatly sought, for my friend's sake as well as my own. I dare not wish for her blood on my hands. Yet.
Oh, shucks. I've reached my word limit. Oops. The solution was so easy. Alas, I cannot help you. You know who to blame.
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