Randomness and Boredom combined.
As usual I woke up late today. Its been
a daily routine of myself since as long as I remember. I like to
sleep but I cant sleep early. I was late, so rushed my Loo- routine
and ran for Lab. On the gate of Hostel, there is this guy who greeted
me “Valo ashen Mama?”, a rough translation of “How are you
brother?” in Bengali, just as he always does whenever he sees me.
He says it every time he sees me, and sometimes in every two minutes,
if I come near to him. I don't know what makes him so complaisant,
but seriously, who wants that kind of Humility? Why does one has to
be so humble, so blithe.
I dont know whats his name. He works in
the Hostel Administration. I don't even know what is he supposed to
do there. I remember, I helped him with some phone related stuffs
back in first year, when we were applying for the seats in hostel.
Thats it, and I don't know if he is repaying me with this humility.
But to anybody who sees him, he looks like an encumber. He stays
alone, he doesn't talk much, and whenever he does he speaks in
complaisant tone.
I have seen many weired ones here in
Bangladesh and he is one of them, not only one though. Few years ago
I wrote a post about a women who begs in our university and her
story. She is still here, still begging, and asks to every passing
students, “mama, duita taka den” (Brother, give me two taka). Our
University actually, is full of such hers. Sometimes, some people
with weired faces comes in the department and beseech to us. Some of
whom are too damn irritating, some are weired, some are complaisant,
and some indeed are in need. But seriously, is that a good way to ask
for money? No, often is the case that we get irritated, and they
return empty handed or with just few bucks. Its probably the cons of
having too many people and blasé government that, we get to see too
many of these people, in south Asian subcontinent, be it India, Nepal
or Bangladesh, you are followed by them always.
Talking about weired people, there is
in our neighbourhood, back in Nepal. We call her Budathokini aamai.
Every morning she wakes up, circles the whole neighbourhood, listens
and observes whats happening around the village, talks about it to
almost a dozen persons. Comes back, makes food (if she is early and
or in mood) or eat whatever is leftover, or her husband/son has
prepared. Then again, same routine continues. Oh, by the way, she
checks if the son, Kumbhe kaka, is at home or not, if he is not, she
starts searching for him. Funnily for someone who is so conscious
about society, she does never have good relation with any of the
family(ies) for more than 6 months. On a different note, she used to
come check Hajurdidi, talk with her, be with her, everyday when
Hajurdidi was alive, and we are all grateful to her about it.
Some are strangers, some are weired,
some are complaisant, some are wanderers, some are boring, some are
humour less and dry, yet somehow, they all teach us life's lessons,
knowingly or unknowingly. We are all different, and being that brings
different natures to us all. Since I am not close to these persons I
called weired, I am not exactly fond of their nature, but if I was, I
would obviously not call them weired or anything.
No one is weired, or no one is boring.
No one is ever too sweet to be a man, no one is ever too complaisant
that we start asking his self dignity. Its just we dont know them
that well. Its just our judgement that we unknowingly lay on others.
And to end this one crap of an Blog
post, let me write a good sentence in the end, “No one is weired,
we are just different.”~Unknown.
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