Value
of Imported Items
A
couple of days back, my dad and I were out trying
to purchase a present for a party my parents had
been invited to. After a discussion on what to
buy, we ended up at Gulshan 1 market. We entered
one such store, stacked from floor to ceiling
with various decoration items. It was already
amusing to watch my father talk to the shopkeeper
about the price of a certain item that we had
chosen. What made it really funny was how the
esteemed dokan walla kept claiming that most of
the items were 'from Italy'. If I had counted,
I am sure the word “Italy” must have been in his
conversation at least fifty times. My father and
I kept looking at each other comically as he kept
elaborating on his line from Italy, compared to
items from “China”! We finally got two lovely
vases, apparently from Italy, at a very reasonable
price, thanks to daddy's power of persuasion.
But I kept thinking how much we hold sacred everything
that comes from Europe and America. Maybe we should
be just as proud of some of the products that
come from Bangladesh instead of the venerated
west. Let's hope that some day, when we enter
a shop the shopkeeper and the customers are equally
enthusiastic about things made in Bangladesh.
K. Sinha
Gulshan 2
Robbery
in Daylight
A
few days ago, I went to stay at one of my relative's
house in Noakhali. At that time the S.S.C. examination
under the Bangladesh Open University was under
way. A cousin of mine was taking the exam and
the day his exam was to take place, I was behind
the school hanging out with a bunch of the local
neighbourhood boys. During the juicy discussion,
I saw three boys, between 13 to 17 years of age,
appear behind the school. One of the boys started
to climb up a coconut tree inside a local house.
A woman came out from the house and was staring
at the boys but she said nothing. Her eyes were
soon full of tears. The boys took their time and
left with a sack full of coconuts. I went up to
the woman and out of curiosity, asked her about
the mysterious coconut pickers. The woman said
that the boys were members of 'Bazigar Bare' and
all the people in the locality feared them. I
told my friends about the incident and they relayed
it to a police on duty near the main gate of the
examination hall. He simply said, “It's not my
duty.” It was only then that I started to realise
why the locals feared these young people so much;
they even had the police on their side.
MD. Azad Uddin
Chittagong University
The
Luncheon 2
This
is quite similar to the incident in the story
“The Luncheon”
written by W. S. Maugham. A few days ago, a girl
with a very nice voice called a friend of mine
on his cellular phone and told him to meet her
at a certain location at Fuller Road. Being single,
my friend was overwhelmed with romantic thoughts
and was counting the days and hours before he
got to see her pretty face. The day finally came
and he looked at himself several times in the
mirror before he left for his blind date. When
he reached the location, he was heartbroken to
see the dark, ugly looking smiling face that greeted
him. This girl would defeat the lady guest in
the story “The Luncheon” in the race for fat and
overweight. She was about 30 years of age. Out
of courtesy, he took her to a nearby restaurant
for some snacks. The bill came to about Tk. 50
but my friend only had Tk. 35 on him. Seeing that
he had to ask the girl for money, he told her
to split the bill in half and ended up paying
only Tk. 35. I don't think he will be going on
any blind dates again any time soon.
Lawrence |