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Dhaka Diary

Noble endeavour
A few days ago, I was returning home from work, when a scene in the neighbourhood caught my eye. A little girl of about 12 years of age was teaching Bangla alphabets to a few housemaids. Apparently, she was trying to spread the light of education among illiterate and poor girls. They were all sitting on a mat and were very absorbed in their lesson. For some reason, I felt a certain energy rushing over me. If more people like the little girl come forward with the intention of imparting their knowledge in their own little ways, it would definitely make a big difference in our society. Every thing begins with a mere small step, so let's not be afraid to take it.

Mohammed Sohel Hara Olympia palace Restaurant


Disappointing Mela
Recently, I took my daughter to a Boishakhi Mela organised by a well-known institution. I figured that, considering the uncontrollable crowds at Ramna and the fear of bomb blasts, it would be better to go to a mela in Gulshan. True it was safe enough, but in terms of fun it rated below zero. Apart from the dust clouds choking us, there was absolutely nothing to attract youngsters. There was no nagor dola (usually the main attraction of a mela), no clay pots and pans or interesting toys. The stalls were full of shalwar kameez and saris, nothing very uncommon -- just like a dull meena bazaar. Obviously my daughter was very disappointed while I felt guilty that I could not provide even a simple pleasure as going to a Boishakhi Mela.

Rehnuma Ahmed Banani


A lesson for all
The other day, I was coming home and hailed a rickshaw. I hadn't noticed the rickshaw puller in the beginning, but when I did, I saw that he was disabled and had to make do the job with the full support of his one hand! It seems that he avoided begging and thus pulled the rickshaw to earn a living. A few days before that, I got on a rickshaw, where the puller was lame but was doing the job quite well. It's pretty shameful to see full grown men, women and children take to the streets to beg for a living. I think that all of us can learn a lesson from these rickshaw pullers' determination to live an honest life.

Jafrin Jahed Jiti VNC

 

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