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April 23, 2004

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Modern Day Fokir

I was sitting on a rider in a blazing summer day in front of Dhaka College gate. The rider was bound for Farmgate. An old beggar came to me and asked for some alms. I gave him a Tk.1 coin. Another passenger sitting behind me called the beggar and giving him a Tk.2 note and told the beggar to return one Taka. However, the beggar was reluctant to return any money. Rather, he started to dilly-dally with the passenger and asked, rather, told him the he (the passenger) didn't require the change in return. What could one get for a measly Tk.1 nowadays anyway, was the beggar's question. The passenger was reluctant to comply. I overheard someone saying that this was the modern day fakir! I was surprised at the beggar's behaviour and was thinking how nobody in our society is happy with what they get. They always want more and more and even more. I guess it's a good time to change the famous proverb that says, "Beggars can not be choosers" because the modern beggar definitely has a choice now.

Md Nazrul Islam Sumon, Department of English, DU

The Inferno

One day, as I was coming home from my university, I noticed smoke coming from my neighbour's window. I also heard someone screaming for help. The incident was taking place on the first floor I ran up the flight of stairs and rang the doorbell but nobody answered. As I could still hear the shrill screech from the other side of the door, I broke down the door and entered into the house. As I had figured, there was a fire in the kitchen and all the commotion was coming from a 13-year-old. There was no one else around and by now, there were other people crowding around. I risked my life and saved that girl and called the fire brigade and soon, the fire was brought under control. The girl was injured and I hurried her to the hospital. I had managed to collect the mobile number of the owner of the house from a phone-diary book and called them as well. I later came to know that the little girl was the servant who had unfortunately not realised that the gas-pipe to the stove was cracked. She was about to do the cooking when everything went ablaze. It felt really good to know that she was doing fine as I had played a major part in her saving her life.

Md. Golam Kibria, State University, Mohammadpur

Let sleeping dogs lie

A few days back, I was near Rd 32 when I noticed a stray dog sitting idle by the street, busy with his own activities. A guard from a nearby house, who just didn't have enough to do, was just not feeling comfortable with the dog for some reason. He felt that something should be done and took matters into his own hands. In this case, the matter happened to be a big stone lying on the street side. He carefully aimed at the dog, and looked hear and there, maybe to calculate the friction of the wind. When the stone made contact with the dog, it gave a shrill cry of pain and stood up. The guard's initial theory was that the dog would vacate the area in a hurry but to his surprise, it started to make a lunge for him. It was an extremely funny thing to witness because the guard was not a very good runner at that. I am sure that he will think twice before hitting a resting animal.

Maple Leaf International College


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