November 19th 2007

when things go wrong…

sometime my own attitude scared me. it seems completely insane. i loose my control and can’t realize actually what i am doing or thinking or even talking. i don’t know why this happen. today the day started with a crazy behavior of mine. i really couldn’t understand why did i act like this. its hurting me all through the day. i could hear the news on tv… the same news… the cyclone disaster!


last night i took a sudden decision of sit for the GRE test. today i got admitted to a coaching center for the preparation and i went there to attend the first class. i was very much hungry and i went to dominus pizza to have something before my class. i had few minutes and i asked the dominus person to serve me something ready made. he gave me a burger with french fries. it was ok… i took a glass of drinks too. after finishing the food i went to the counter to pay the bill. 230 taka! i was astonished! how it could be happen? i asked again. the waiter came and say ‘the burger costs 175 taka and the drinks 55 taka’. it sounds funny to me… i felt everything- everyone is making fun with me. then i came to the class. i think you could guess what happened there. there were no teacher or student. the front desk person told me that i got a wrong information. actually the class suppose to be happen tomorrow morning. i made a call one of my friend. its was early night, so i wanted to spend the time with any friend. i called once, twice… no reply. i walked alone for an hour, stand motionless beside the road, see people, running bus… passing me…

posted by nazim at 11:35 AM

categories: around me, beyond

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  1. devsaid...

    I can “see” a real viewer of such a pathetic disaster of coastal area of Bangladesh through government and private TV channel.
    I can “smell” the burger.
    I can “hear” the sound of crying after getting the dominus’s bill.
    I can assume the “taste” how someone is aggressively waiting for a new and beautiful girl at the gre class room at first class.
    But I can’t “feel” anything about someone is so vulnerable.
    So sad.

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