Last Mother’s Day, I went out to buy a gift for my mom. I started waiting for one of my friends in front of a gift shop. I became impatient, as she was really late. So, I gave her a call. Meanwhile, someone hit my back very hard. I turned back with an angry look and was surprised. Alas! It’s a young chap chewing gum, not my friend. Then my friend called and I began to scold her at a stretch. She was trying to explain the reasons behind her belated arrival and told me to go downstairs to meet her. When I stepped into the elevators, again someone punched my back. Surprisingly, I could not find anyone behind me and got scared. I stupidly asked myself “What the hell is happening with me?” After a while, my friend and I discovered the “Eerie Ghost.” It was nothing but the metallic logo hanging from my handbag.
East West University, Dhaka.
One night my uncle heard a clattering of dishes in the kitchen. He peered through a small opening under the door and saw what he thought was a big snake pushing its head against the door. Frightened, he awakened everyone and asked them to assemble at a safe distance away from the kitchen. One of them suggested that a snake charmer be summoned, but nobody knew such a person or his address. We thought of asking the fire brigade or even Grameen phone help line. At this stage, one of my aunts who had come to visit us from our native village suddenly rushed forward and flung open the kitchen door. What we saw froze us in our track. It was not snake but a shol fish that was bought in the morning and kept in a water bowl; the poor thing had jumped out off the bowl. My uncle who initiated the drama had to endure teasing from the whole family for a long time after that midnight drama.
Syed Towsif Imran
Maple Leaf International school, Dhaka.
Our Botany class was taken by Professor Md Zahirul Haq. We liked him very much for his unconventional teaching methods. He had an idiosyncrasy of making different kinds of verses about the lessons, which was the most interesting part of his teaching. The students, who once attend his class, yearned to attend it again. We used to follow him to the classroom he entered into, for we could get the same class twice. The other day, some friends and I followed him to a class and sat in the last bench. On that day, he was teaching ‘Respiration’. Suddenly he told me to stand up (as I was gazing at him attentively) and asked me “You tell how many ATP is produced from 1 molecule of GTP?” I answered correctly. But the boys of that class started giggling, as we were intruders. Finally someone disclosed our intrusion to teacher. The whole class erupted into great laughter.
Saiful Islam Rumman
Department of Textile Engineering, Primeasia University, Dhaka.