Daily Prompt : Anticipate

In response to one-word prompt : Anticipate

It was  my first year of teaching, I had thirty-three  children in my class. Our principal was responsible for dividing boys and girls equally in each of our fourth grade class. Something wasn’t right I had 28 boys and five girls in my class.

I looked at the boys and girls and anticipated  trouble from the boys, I stayed calm, thinking I shouldn’t have problems with them, they are only nine years old.

Among the boys there was one whose father was a Physician, he was unruly, ill-mannered and was fearless, none of the teachers wanted him in their class, so this job was thrust upon me.

I watched him daily, made a note of all the unacceptable things he did, I waited for the day when we’d have Parent-Teacher interviews.

In October we got the schedule for  interviews. I was ready for the mother, I knew her because my husband was a Physician too, we met at a party. So Mrs. was happy to know about her son from me and was certain, I’d praise her son, how smart he was, she could not foretell about her child’s behavior at school, in her mind he was well-behaved, none of the teachers in the lower grade complained, it was natural for her to think, her son was perfect.

After the introductory salutation, I  began relating everything negative about him, such as going to neighbors’ yards knocking down their clothes hung outside and reminding everyone his father is a doctor. He used inappropriate language, no one checked him, he thought it was okay to behave the way he did.

The mother was furious, perhaps she thought I was lying. That evening she visited her friend and complained about me. Then she asked her if she ever found him as bad as I said he was.

Her friend told her, ‘everything she said is true.’

She came back to see me again, she apologized for not believing me and was unhappy the other teachers did not mention anything about his behavior.

I thought I was morally responsible to tell the parents about their child good as well as bad, they were nine – year old kids who must know the difference between right and wrong!

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All our Writing: Traffic in Dhaka city,Bangladesh

Situated on the banks of the river Buriganga, is Dhaka City, the capital of Bangladesh. In year 2011, it’s population was 16 million, it is the   ninth  largest and 28th most densely populated city in the world.

The climate is mild in winter and extremely hot in summer. The monsoon season gives some relief , it cools off the temperature to a certain extent.

After  partition in 1947, the population has grown more than the city can handle. With the increasing number of people one would expect the transportation should improve, it hasn’t. There are a large number of the population who drive without a license. driving schools do not exist, but life goes on.

I left the city after my marriage and occasionally visited it because of the expensive air fare.

In 2010 I went to Dhaka for some personal reasons. When I got out of the building to find my brother, what I saw around me was not only unbelievable but scary too.Inside the building passengers with valid tickets are the only ones who are allowed to go in. Outside there are thousands peeking in, may be they came to greet their family members. Some that were there did not belong, they ranged from pick pockets to kidnappers to other miscreants.

I cautiously came out and looked for my brother, there were beggars a plenty asking for money, cab drivers came forward asking me if I needed a ride home. Then there were young boys with their cell phone volunteering to let me use it if I wanted to call my family members.Amidst all this chaos it was tough to stay calm.Thankfully I spoke the local language. All these people realized I was not just a visitor, but a bona fide citizen.

After crossing the hurdle of getting out of the building in one piece. Next my brother had to tell these people who were crowding the place to get out of our way. I finally  got inside my brother’s car, the ride from the airport to my brother’s home was another obstacle I had to overcome.

The roads were blocked by all kinds of traffic, the car was crawling, even then it seemed it was a trying experience, just when the driver thought he’d speed up, crossing in front of him was  a herd of cattle. The driver had to let them go, but the cycle rickshaw driver thought it was an opportune moment for him  to overtake the car.

We had probably gone a few yards, when to our dismay we found behind us a  huge public bus roaring in, the driver stopped on the side, unfortunately there were several other buses following the first bus driver one after the other, each of these   buses have one guy who yells out, “move  on  the side.”

Then there are personalized chauffeur driven cars, the drivers  are extremely arrogant, because they don’t own the vehicles they drive like lunatics, the feeling is if it is damaged the owner will fix it. If one had to deal with one mode of transportation, it probably would not be that bad.

The types of transportation are private, public, and personalized vehicles . The primary ones are a) pedestrians, b) cycle rickshaws, c) transit and non-transit.

Transit mode is motorized public transport system which includes bus,small motorized vehicles e.g, cars, and light vehicles such as three wheeled cycle rickshaws which can have only one or two passengers. There are very few lights, most of the time they do not work. The traffic is mostly controlled by traffic police.

Personalized services are taxis, auto rickshaws are three wheeled mechanically operated vehicles ,  its body is manufactured locally, the chassis and the engine are imported. Next  there are human haulers these are small four wheeled contraption hauled by humans, used mostly to  carry various kinds of goods.

Dhaka city is also known as the ‘Rickshaw Capital Of The World’, there are four hundred thousand cycle  rickshaws moving on the streets of Dhaka city, along with all the other modes of transportation.

When I finally reached my brother’s home, I realized how difficult it is for the people who live there, or may be they do not think about it because they are used to it.

I was not used to it, when I lived there, the population was manageable. There were not that many cars, buses or auto rickshaws. Life was simple, very few people owned cars. It is completely different now.

I live in a small city. There are private cars, buses. What’s more people obey the traffic signs.

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