Sitrang at Office Para!

Country renowned Office Para (office area) is known to all “Motijheel, Dhaka” where like thousands of professionals I am one of them. Today morning I came to office inside over drizzling rain with whom gentle breeze made unseen pair & as a result after a long time we got dust free air then. But as time passed falling rain drops were growing weightier and flowing air started losing its gentleness. Moving people and vehicle got being helpless and minute after minute volume of passengers by was changing thick to thin!

Actually, that’s all about current scenario of our beloved Office Para now with effect of possible cyclone Sitrang attack. I cannot give warm welcome on arrival of Cyclone Sitrang as this upcoming monster already has fallen us into a unexpecting apprehension trauma! We don’t know what will happen tonight? How do we escape from the horrible? Especially people who are at costal area already are in life saving struggle! Even today may be a new moon day when generally river or Oscan swells up with high tide. So, all should be alert at costal location to avoid high tide if it occurs.   

May the Almighty save us all!

Motijheel......

The shown picture is one of the most familiar commercial places of Dhaka named Motijheel that is such busy during office time as frequent movement is not possible for anyone but it’s wondering that at night the severity of silence of same place make us afraid of unknow unexpected possibilities!   

It is noon when the sun shines with a hard ray to statue of Aigrette Square situated before office of Bangladesh Biman. Usually density of people movement is thin this time. Many vehicles are kept idle sidewalk of various commercial buildings and relevant drivers are passing time by gossiping or counting balance of taken fuel of his or her driven vehicle!  

  Every day thousands of workers or professionals come and go along with millions of dreams! Someone’s dream comes true, someone’s goes it in vain! But there is no other way expect retrying of professionals, that’s why every morning we come here and evening we revert back home with success or upcoming possibility of success!   

Caged childhood!

At present most of the children of Dhaka city are very much unfortunate as they have few chances of physical exercise that causes less stamina of them comparing with that with rural children! Lack of playing green field most of the children of this city pass a caged childhood! 

Being an ill-fated father, I cannot arrange good playing field for my child though he wants to walk, wants to run and wants to play. I am extremely SORRY my sweet baby! I could not show you sky touched field where horizon made us confused in our childhood as blue sky bowed and touched green grass of field! I could not show you flying kites in the sky where birds also enjoy multiple colors of kites! Even I failed to show you flowing river where sailor sails boats against wind flying red sail! I could not show you villages where small canal flows behind paddy field and in our childhood many us did fishing there with net or fishhook! You just read on book that there is a happy honey feeling creates during nor wester of Summer by on hand collection of fallen mangoes being wet rain! I could not show you that also.

Sorry my boy! 

As there is no other way, so we let your citizen childhood pass though device and at home mostly. Sometimes I tried to take you to play at play zone on payment but most the play zones are costly and frequently not affordable. 

Alas! in our childhood, during Magrib azan, our parents forcedly took back us to home from play ground,  on the other hand, we, so called modern day parents, are use to force our child to bring out side them from home omitting their concentration from device!! 

Now I am in a dispensary .....!!

Now I am in a dispensary to buy my regular taken gastrological medicine as without taking such medicine my expected sound sleep just becomes a nightmare due to chest pressure caused by internal gas created by consumed oily food! I always think that I will be determined not to take any rich food prepared by excessive oil, fat or cheese. But when I get the smell of Biriyani on street, I forget all on a sudden all addresses except that Biriyani shop and after sometimes I myself discover with hand & mouthful of Biriyani in that shop! I only get back in reality when I bite bone of meat and again, I do promise to avoid rich oily food after last time consumption of today! But the strength of my promise turns to an easy tear able lose wire when I see delivery boy is carrying pizza box to any premises of lucky guy! As a result, my tongue brutally betrays with me and I come to dispensary as usual!!

A simple scene

In the morning when the sun is rising up bit by bit, I love the red glow of autumn east sky.  The shine comes through page of white pink clouds with new hope and possibilities of thousands of dreams. That’s why Theophrastus said that the sun is new every day!    

Dhaka is such a city where it seems to me that people sleep very few hours as I cannot find street full empty ever! With 7:15 AM, most of the roads become crowdy with huge sometimes intolerable traffic jam. In public transport sweat & dust create unexpected discomfort for most of the travelers. Only self-owned cars’ passengers can get relief from sweat or dust but there is no way to avoid jam on road unless you have wings!

It’s really wondering that how some street children sale flowers or spare combs among jams or at traffic signal points tolerating dusty sweaty heat of weather! But reality is hunger what cannot be kept with any boundary. Hunger never do comprise with anything!

Every Morning Story

In my childhood I was taught as like as any other kid that “Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”. But following that moral I never give up my bed so early in the morning most of my life. But now I am doing what I never did! Actually, in reality necessity knows no law. Now-a-days every morning I wake up at 6.00 AM when even the sun sometimes doesn’t rise only purpose is to save my job as my hard-routine bound office starts at 8:15 AM when in my office area Matijeel only few night guards and street dogs wake up as usual!

At dawn, morning tea makes me fresh and alert me that I am not sleeping at bed and already have woke up! When I bit on hard toast, the broken sound of toast clearly makes a rhythm at my premises as no one except me is only at dining table then in this half dark morning! As there is no other way so I have to enjoy it now every day. After sometimes, I have to go to office bus and will have a small gap to take a nap on bus if traffic jam is horrific but honestly speaking, I never expect huge jam!