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Dhaka Diary

Chat Mystery

The Internet is an unavoidable preference for people who like to wonder in the fathom of ICT mystery. The unquestionable lucrative use are the chat rooms where everyone seems to use a queer language, remotely connected to English. Positively, it has become an illustrious medium of building one's comprehensive English language. I myself used to ponder on such progressive blessings of typing away in a chat-room, until my cousin failed in his English exams in school. According to him, his vocabulary had gotten better because of the chat rooms he often visited online However, he had come up with ridiculous spelling mistakes in his English exam, thanks to virtual conversations with his online pals in the chat rooms. To some extent, he fails to input the right spelling of the precise word. I do not know whether others are experiencing the same but one thing is certain, we should keep such matter under consideration.
Saad Uddin Md. Wasek
East Malibagh

Public Transport for women

I am very new in Dhaka city. I grew up in the cantonment area and don't have much of an idea of the civil life. One day I was coming back from my university on a bus, when a lady sitting in front got up to go stand near the door. Another man who was standing there was trying to pinch her back, which got the woman very angry indeed. However, the woman requested him to move away. At this, the man got furious and started to scream, creating chaos on the bus. "Why don't you go use a private car if you can't ride the bus?" he screamed at the woman. The woman asked the man not to tell her what to do and how to do it, in reply. "Don't tell me how to go about and what means of transport to use," she said. The man started to argue with the woman, where surprisingly enough, the other males on the bus were supporting the man as well. I was shocked and did not know what to do. I wish the transport system could be a little better for the sake of the women in this country.
Farjana Zaman
Eastern University

An eye for an eye…

One fine morning, on my way to university, I saw a wheel of a rickshaw hurt a passer-by, accidentally hurting his foot on the busy road. Both were equally responsible for the incident. Surprisingly enough, the rickshaw wallah came and apologised to the passer-by. However, the gentleman discarded his apology and pitilessly hurt the rickshaw wallah's leg, just so he could feel the pain as well. This sight struck me and I felt pity for the people of this country. We seem to be firm believers of the saying an “Eye for and eye, a tooth for a tooth.” If we follow this in every aspect of our lives, we will surely ruin ourselves. Are we gradually losing out humanity, ethics and love?
Joydeep Sarkar
Jahangirnagar University

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