Just my writing: As others see us

The title of one of the books in our ,”Teaching English As A Foreign language,” was ,’As Others see us’. We had fun reading some of the things pointed out by foreign travelers to the city of London, England.

A gentleman  was visiting London from somewhere in Africa. On his first day in London, he went to see the famous tube station , “King’s Cross”, not long after he arrived, he noticed a train coming in , it made a moments stop the doors opened, hundreds of passengers came out with long umbrellas which to him looked like guns, he thought all those people were  pointing at him and were coming to attack him, without waiting even a second, he ran to the exit and disappeared.

On another occasion there was another traveler  visiting London for the first time. At 6 pm he walked out of his hotel to see what the  evenings in London’s residential area looked like.

He walked along a posh neighborhood street, as he was walking he noticed the drapes of  houses were drawn, the street was dark.

When asked about his impression of the city, he smiled and said,”I would call it a dead city.”

I wanted to make a comparison of London with Dhaka city.

Dhaka as you know is in Bangladesh, it’s the capital. I went a few years ago, I could not believe how different it was when I lived there.

Now the city is several times larger and there is no law and order anywhere, on the streets, neighborhood, shopping, one just has to pretend it will be okay, but is it?

You will find all kinds of vehicles moving on the most important roads, there is the rickshaw driver taking his time peddling with a passenger or two, the shepherd is going along the road with his herd of cattle. There are public buses, that look like giants driven by  lunatics . They have a man who tells everyone to move to be safe.

There are private cars, school buses, cabs, auto rickshaws , then there are pedestrians who probably pray all the time they are on the road so they are not killed.

I was appalled by the situation, we do have travelers who visit the city, I wonder what kind of impression they take home with them.

The best part is there are traffic lights, but  no one follows them, when it is red the vehicles  start moving. I ask the question, “why do they have lights if they are not going to obey?”

You’d be surprised what one of them said to me, “At least we have lights!”

“For what”? I asked.

He could not answer my question.

I sat and wondered, which is better a quiet residential area at 6 pm in the evening or the roads of a city with noisy bus drivers,all kinds of vehicles, from a rickshaw to a cab, to shepherds with their cattle and those innocent pedestrians, who cannot be sure  they will arrive home safely.

If I had to give my honest opinion I’d say, “No wonder we are one of the developing countries!”

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DP Daily Prompt: In loving Memory

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I will not write an obituary of me, instead I will write about the little town where we lived and grew up.

The town is Comilla, it’s in Bangladesh. It was a very quiet peaceful town when we went there to live. Thakurpara was the name of the neighborhood , I guess it was a neighborhood where most of the people were mostly Hindus, so the name Thakurpara was appropriate.

Our neighborhood was full of small ponds where the people spend time swimming and hanging out to get relief from the hot summer.

Transportation used mostly were rickshaws, we enjoyed visiting our aunts and uncles in rickshaws. There was one rickshaw driver who had a bad temper, he got into arguments with his passengers. Everyone knew him and they tried not to hire him. Most of them were very nice.

There were vendors who sold, vegetables, fish and chicken. It was convenient because we all could buy food from them without having to go to shops.

My mom had to go in a rickshaw to buy rice, sugar, tea and other things from the shops in the bazaar.

With the increase in population, there are hardly any open spaces, there are shops everywhere.

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Wikipedia images of Comilla, Bangladesh.

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365 days Writing Prompt: Helping Hand

Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you’ve ever received.

 

My sister and I were going home in a rickshaw in Dhaka city in Bangladesh, it was early evening we were only a few yards away,when suddenly we were pushed from behind, I have no idea whether we were pushed by another rickshaw or some other vehicle. We were thrown out on the street,our handbags were scattered in different direction,my sister was screaming her ankle was broken. 

Suddenly we were surrounded by what looked like students who came to help us,they picked up our bags and one of them handed them to me.I was not hurt, they felt I was in a better position to take care of them. Meanwhile my sister was screaming, some of the students called another rickshaw to take us to the hospital. They helped my sister get on the rickshaw.

I was impressed how helpful they were,they made sure no one took off with our handbags.

 

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Yeah Write # 146 “A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned”

A penny saved is a penny earned sounds like a good thing to do. But sometime it can be costly if it interferes with our health.

My classmate and I decided to visit a college friend of ours. Our intention was to hire a rickshaw to get there. It was a hot afternoon, the sun was  bright  and hot. There was no breeze. Our budget was about one hundred pennies anymore, would be too much for us.

We walked a few yards to get a rickshaw. It was  getting hard to find one. We almost walked half the distance. We saw one and stopped him. We asked how much the fare was to get to our destination. The man looked at us,he knew it was  very hot that day,he thought he could ask any amount and we’d accept,when he quoted his price we didn’t accept. We told him how much we’d like to pay ,he wouldn’t budge and went away. We had no choice we continued walking . We stopped a second one, he asked even more when we already walked three-fourth of the distance.

We declined and decided to keep walking.  We were almost close to her house, I said to my classmate, “We are  near her house, she must not know we walked all this distance.”

“Let’s hire a rickshaw now, it would be cheaper.” she said.

There were a lot of them parked where we were. They were looking for passengers.I asked what the fare would be, he asked for twenty-cents. We were delighted and happily rode the rickshaw and reached our friend’s  house. I knew we couldn’t tell her we walked most of the way, not only she wouldn’t let us forget this incidence, she’d tell all our friends how cheap we were.

Did we really save pennies we thought we would?  I doubt we did.  We had severe backache and sunburn. The lesson we learned was we must never try to save money at the cost of our health.

DP Daily Prompt: Daring Do Post by Ranu

Rickshaws in Dhaka

Rickshaws in Dhaka (Photo credit: -Niloy-)

It was a while ago. It was early evening.My sister and I were going home in a rickshaw,suddenly we felt a jolt and we were thrown out of the vehicle. My sister was badly bruised.  One of her ankles was twisted. I hired another rickshaw and took her to the hospital.

We waited for a couple of hours to see a doctor. My sister was treated for the bruise. The physician advised her to stay in bed rest for a week. I took her home afterwards.