few days ago, I was looking for a rickshaw to go to my university.
I hailed one, a while later, the rickshaw wallah
aged between 50 and 60. On my way to Dhanmondi road no. 15,
I felt that he was probably not strong enough to pull the
rickshaw. He was moving very slowly. I felt sympathy running
within me but remained silent, not asking him to go faster.
I realised I was probably giving him more pressure than he
could handle. "You can just drop me off here if you want,"
I told him. He politely said no. I asked him once again to
drop me off, but he declined all the same. By this time, I
had something really hard piercing me within and my conscience
would simply not allow me to stay, on the rickshaw. All of
a sudden, he had to stop the rickshaw due to some mechanical
problems with his rickshaw and had to stop it near Dhanmondi
road no. 9. I literally thanked my stars and didn't forget
to render one to God Himself for this act! I paid him extra
money than the actual fare and walked down the road looking
for another one. It is indeed very sad, having to witness
such scenarios around us, where we believe to have reached
a stage in life where one can demand a better life and also
achieve one, if he/she works for it. But I guess, just a handful
is actually born with luck lining the spoon alongside the
silver of course.
Mirza The University of Asia Pacific, Dhanmondi
was stuck in a traffic jam near Tejkunipara when I was coming
back from Shahbagh to Tongi on a Volvo bus. A little scavenger-boy
was walking alongside the footpath, carrying a dirty gunny
bag. The little boy caught my eye, when he hungrily began
to nibble on to a raw and half-rotten radish. For a while,
my taste buds seemed to be trying to probably jump about and
remind me that absolutely no one could actually even think
of eating this radish, because it was simply not edible! However,
the little boy seemed engrossed in eating what he could find
his hand on and was literally feasting on the half-decayed
vegetable. That was when I actually felt helpless, a body
with no power, no mind and no ability to say anything whatsoever.
Dhali Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman Agricultural University
was the year 1998 when I was in class 5. I was coming back
from my drawing school in Elephant Road, when a senior student
offered to give my mother and me a ride home. After reaching
home, my mother obviously thanked the student's mother who
gave us the ride and offered a 50-taka note for the driver.
For some unknown reason, the lady in the car was absolutely
taken aback and speechless. However, my mother simply thought
she was being polite about the whole matter. The next day,
the lady sent back the 50-taka note along with a note, thanking
my mother for the money, but it was really very unnecessary.
It seems the driver who was at the wheel was actually the
lady's husband and not a chauffeur as my mother had thought
him to be!
Jahed Jiti Viqarunnisa Noon College
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