Showing posts from August, 2012

Studying in Dhaka

I was flying back to Dhaka when on board I saw a magazine.  I usually talk to people next to me or at least greet them with gentle smile. This time I was earlier.  A Japanese woman who was sitting next to me had a child seemingly an abnormal one.Therefore, I didn't.  I took up a magazine and randomly flipped it. I saw The Hitch Hiking Diary. The first sentence it read; "life is about hitting the road when you are not one among the league of extraordinary flyers". This kept me thinking for sometime, and I sure knew being in Dhaka is not being in the later. Somehow my determination to become a dentist kept me going.

It is hot today. The temperature is pretty much high, enough to have melted whole mountain of snow. The beggars on the streets are all the same. Life is full of contrasts. And I am yet to find the equilibrium. Like any other day, I dressed up, put my apron on and headed for college. Lately,I have realized how noisy Dhaka can be, therefore, I didn't forget t…

In Dhaka

After nearly taking two months vacation, I am back to Dhaka. And this probably might be the first post ever after reaching Dhaka for about five months ago to do my undergraduate course. Whenever I feel lonely, I am like "why didn't scholarship division send few others along with me in this college''. A glare of situations when one doesn't confronts any helpful friends and locals gazes the oriental looks of ours like Phillip is Saharan desert. Nothing much has been changed. The air is dusty as before, the traffics, hell not to mention about, the underground pipeline which was being dunged before I left is still incomplete.  The beggars are same, standing all over streets and stretching hand to an unknown passerby like me. The cars hooting, and the grunts over their deserting engines left streets no place for a talk. Unlike Thimphu, the street is no place for fashion. People come in all sort of zombie dresses, and still none cares. Moreso it is a place where Englis…