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Star Diary

A Gentleman Indeed

The other day I was walking on the pavement to my destination, Zinda-bazar in Sylhet. A gentleman wearing a tie got down from a rickshaw just beside me. Within moments the gentleman and the rickshaw puller got into an argument over the rickshaw fare. They were probably bargaining for 2 or 5 takas only. At one point the so-called gentleman started to push the rickshaw puller. In response the rickshaw puller caught him by the tie and began to scream. What a humiliating scene! Do these things happen in a civilised country?
N.A. Rasel
Shahjalal University of Science & Technology
Sylhet

Growing Up

I do not like the tendency of people making sarcastic gestures or comments in the middle of serious discussions. I have noticed this practice more often among people, whom I presume to be mature or in other words -- grown up. A few days ago, I was going somewhere by rickshaw. The traffic jam and the muggy weather made me all grumpy. I asked my rickshaw puller to pull up the rickshaw hood. Because of the heat, the traffic jam or some other reason, the rickshaw puller was also in a grumpy mood. He, pulling up the hood, commented, "Girls always ask to pull up the hood, why do you?” I could've been furious at that man for saying such a thing and screamed at him, but instead I laughed. I told him, “These days everything has changed. Can't you see that there are so many girls looking at me? I feel shy." Sarcasm is now my favourite route out of a stressed-out atmosphere.
Naveed
BUET
Dhaka

Argentina vs Brazil

When it is the World Cup season, we seem to forget our identity. We become either Argentina or Brazil. One of my friends sent me a Facebook request as a friend. Because I could not recognise him, I sent him a message asking who he was. He replied that he was Brazil! It was like a sign and immediately I understood who he was. I am an Argentina fan. Whenever we watch football, my Brazilian supporter-friends give me a missed call for every goal! This is the beauty of the World Cup. It makes us happy and should stay this way all the time.
Rashedul Haider
CSE.DUET


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