Last Friday I was attending a lecture and was sitting in the last row. In front of me there were two of my class mates who were discussing their private lives and were a little loud about it. Because of their intense discussion, I was unable to hear the lecture. I was wondering whether I should ask them to be quiet or whether I should just change my seat. But there were no empty seats left. So I found no other option but to tell them to stop their discussion. I said, “Excuse me but I can’t hear anything.” “You should hope not” one of them said to me. She added, “This is a private conversation why on earth you should hear.” I was totally shocked by her reply. She completely misunderstood me and thought I was trying to listen to their conversation!
East West University, Dhaka.
From all the weird and funny things that would happen to us back at school, I remember one very distinctly. It was one of my favourite incidents and it still makes me laugh. This one time, back when we were in the 8th grade, we were giving a Math test. Suddenly we started smelling something funny and were all very confused until we realised that one of the buildings next to our school was on fire. Amongst all the panic stricken students, our Math teacher tried very hard to convince us that there was nothing to be scared of as it was a small fire and it wouldn’t affect our school. He talked us into staying in class and continuing our test. But the second we all took our seats, calmed down and started working on our tests again, our teacher suddenly started panicking about the ‘small fire’ and ran out of the classroom!
Muhtasim Shams Dibbo
Sunbeams School, Dhaka.
Good Humour comes with a Cost
One day my elder brother was travelling with my aunt, who is from my maternal side. So in my country, we call our aunts ‘mami’. My aunt is on the chubbier side. She is not rotund per se, but she is quite heavy. With great difficulty we got onto the rickshaw. But through out the journey, the rickshaw puller had great difficulty pulling us. He kept on standing up as he could not sit on his seat properly. At one point, he gave up and sat down and almost slipped and fell on my aunt. My brother, who happens to be a ‘jolly-good-fellow’ exclaimed, “Mama apni toh dekhi mamir koley uthey boschen (Uncle, why exactly are you sitting on my aunt’s lap)!” Baffled, my aunt burst out in laughter and said, “What do you mean?” Realising that my brother had said the wrong thing, he hid his face in embarrassment.
Aga Khan School, Dhaka.