The
'Divider' is the Limit
I was in
front of Star Kebab, opposite the WASA building in Mirpur Road,
desperately looking for a way to cross the road. I could not
jaywalk, as there were tall iron dividers in the middle of the
street. Though there was an underpass for crossing the road,
I did not like using it as it was always full of sleazy characters.
Still, I reluctantly walked towards the subway. I noticed that
a small mob of people had gathered and were looking to-and-fro,
almost as if they were going to cross the road. Suddenly they
did. As far as my knowledge told me, there was no way to cross
the street but suddenly, I noticed a gaping hole amongst the
dividers. I was quick to join the mob and asked one of the commuters
how come some of the iron dividers could suddenly go missing.
He grinned and replied that this was the work of some of the
local heroinchi (heroin addicts) who did not have any other
means to get their 'medicine'. I had heard that some people
stole manhole lids and sold them, but this was by far the most
weird I had heard.
Shameem,
Banani
Our
Young Politicians
Some
days ago, I went to a sweetmeat shop with a friend of mine.
We ordered some delicacies and as we waited patiently for them
two young men entered the shop and took the seat in front of
ours. The waiters, upon seeing them, started to do everything
in a hurry. Without them even ordering, they soon had their
table full of different sweets and some bottles of mineral water.
Without a word, they gobbled up most of the sweets and left,
taking two bottles of mineral water with them. I was a little
puzzled because they had not paid for anything that they had
consumed. We had already got what we had ordered so I went up
to the cashier to pay and asked, "Why didn't those two
gentlemen pay?" The man, who had a grim look on his face,
told me that those two were young 'politicians' and hence, had
to be kept happy. If this is our political scene now, what will
these young men have to give our nation in the future?
Tareq,
Suryasen Hall, Dhaka University
False
Indentity
I
went to Ahsanullah Hall in BUET to meet a friend of mine who
had been quite ill for a while. When I reached the gate, I noticed
a considerable crowd there. There was a woman crying in the
centre and people were eagerly gathering to see what had happened.
I came to know that this woman was crying because a man had
lied to her. The woman, a student of Eden Mohila Collage, had
been in a relationship with a student of BUET and they had been
going out for a long time. The woman had showed up in his hall
to surprise him, but instead, she was on the end of the surprise
because when she was passing the canteen, she saw him there:
he was serving tea. He worked as the canteen help in the BUET
campus and had lied to her about his true identity. She could
not control herself when she saw him in his true colours. I
guess the foundation stone for a good relationship is honesty
and the moment that is broken, it's all downhill from there.
Bichitra
Roy, Jagannath Hall, DU
