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My days in Delhi

Sharin Shajahan Naomi

Never had I thought in my life, that within such a short span of time I would be able to grab so much happiness and beauty. Only 5 days in Delhi, and in those 5 days what I have experienced is equal to the achievement of an entire lifetime. Thanks to the Law Department of the University of Dhaka, for sending me to Delhi to represent Bangladesh in the 1st South Asian Henry Dunant Memorial Moot Court Competition organized by the International Committee of Red Cross (ICRC) and The Indian Society of International Law (ISIL).

Arriving at Delhi Airport with my team members- Liju Apu and Raji Bhaiya, and our Coach, Nazmuzzaman Sir, we found a car from ICRC waiting for us. The car, like a magic carpet from Arabian Nights, took us to a lovely and luxurious place called Hotel Jukaso Inn at the center of New Delhi. Entering the room, Liju apu and I just wondered - staying in such a gorgeous hotel at the cost of ICRC, really fantastic!! In ISIL we met the other teams from Nepal, India and Srilanka. In a dinner just before our competition, I chatted with a gentleman who was telling me that his wife's home district is in Bangladesh. I asked him what he was doing, he just skipped the matter saying he was in the Indian Army and now dealing with military law. It was a very friendly conversation and not for a single moment did it occur to my imagination who I was talking to. I found out the next day, the man was none other than my judge, one of the highest-ranking officers in Indian Army!! We met another interesting old man Lt. General Gill. When he started talking with us, we always used to forget his real age. In those dinners, the food what I used to wait for was Shahi Panir, the most delicious food to me in this world.

Besides these official matters, we never missed shopping and roaming. Thank God that our coach was not a traditional coach. No one knows better than Sir how to make a balance- on what point to become a strict coach and on which point transforming from that. Our shopping place was Janapath, here price fluctuates according to your bargaining capacity. Once I bought some key rings for only 15 rupees, and was narrating our coach proudly of my super bargaining quality. He informed that he had bought the same key rings for 5 rupees!!

Delhi is so special to me because here I met my old friends after one year. I met with Amit from India-my best friend. I met with my closest Nepali friends- Sadhna, Ramesh, Rina. When we met, we hugged and screamed so loudly and so passionately that at that moment anyone could presume that a great event of reunion was being organized by the ISIL. I met a very influential person in my life -Geeta Madam, Coach of the Nepal team. I must say she is the woman who never lets you stay without laughing. If any one wants to gather experience of being mesmerized with a wonderful combination of beauty and brains, if any one wants to feel a heart full of tremendous love for all law students of the world, he or she must meet Geeta Madam.

We all visited India Gate, Puran Killah, Tajmahal. Wherever we went, we felt we were in the most charming place in the world, because we friends were together holding each other's hands. None of us will ever forget our historical journey to Tajmahal- the enormous laughter, singing, kidding on the road to Agra, an attempt to enter into Tajmahal as Indian for only 20 rupees, speaking in Hindi to prove our credibility before the gate of Taj, and ultimately, thanks to one group member's honesty towards her green passport, getting caught by the security and entering into that gorgeous place paying 780 rupees. Geeta Mam told me later, Naomi, we had so much, so much fun together

But at the end of the day, Lord Buddha's words triumph- nothing is permanent in this world. The most colourful part of my life also leaped away quickly, perhaps faster than the speed of light. I was returning with the news of success for Bangladesh - the award of best memorial from the competition, but my heart was crying for my failure to stay with my friends for some more days. And for the people I met there, I would like to return to Delhi again and again.

Hair and fingernails continue growing after death !?!

Though hair and fingernails appear to keep growing after death, this is merely a morbid optical illusion at work. In death the human body dehydrates severely, retracting enough skin to expose more nail and hair.

Sent by Mushtaq, DU