Murshid told me that he'd come to my home if Afzal can't make it. Afzal and Murshid lives in almost facing homes, in Rampura Mohanagar project. Me and Pintu went out at 10:15 PM, and Murshid didn't reach my home till then. So I was quite sure that Afzal is also coming. However, I still had my doubts. From the very beginning of the planning; Afzal, Pintu and Tushar were expressing their doubts. Only me, Murshid, Ashique and Sujit gave almost 100% confirmation. When we restarted planning, we didn't even involve Afzal, knowing that his chances of going would be thin. Just 3 days before our planned departure, he was informed. Many of us plead him for joining us, but he kept on saying "I'll try", and nothing more. Tushar had an exam on Thursday... a mid term. So he counted himself out quite early. However, he was saying that he can only change his decision and bunk the exam if we go to St. Martin island. So we tried to get some info regarding the level of safety of the journey. Disappointingly, most feedbacks were bad. No one recommended a journey to St. Martin at this time of the year.
After Afzal agreed to go, Tushar followed suit, and we thought all 7 of us were going. But unfortunately, Afzal's parents were very adamant in their standing, and Afzal couldn't ignore the emotional blackmailing. His mother said "You can go if you want, but neither me nor your father will like it". Maybe many of us can ignore such a statement, but I do agree, things like these can't be dealt with rational view...it's rather an emotional issue.
Me, Pintu and Tushar spent almost the entire day before the journey, shopping. We went to the market opposite to Dhaka College, which was being referred as ODC (Opposite Dhaka College) by my pals. We bought a football from the market, as well as different types of wearables. Finally I came to know what a "Three Quarter Pant" is. Okay, call me a newbie, but I neveer claimed to be a dressy person. We were in a shop where Tushar chose a pant. However, the trouser was a bit crippled. The shop owner said that it'll be fine after washing and ironing. Tushar was saying that we didn't have time for that. Instantly, I felt like passing a cheap joke. I asked Pintu, when's our flight, again? We were going to Norwayfor no apparent reason, and we needed the stuff urgently!
The football was bought because Pintu wanted to play football on the beach. It was an appealing idea, and all of agreed to put in our funds for that ball. Whilst buying the ball, we had mango juice, but none of the ball-sponsors excluding the 3 of us agreed to include that cost in to the total purchasing cost of the ball :@
I called Afzal while reaching the station. He sounded sad, and I didn't want to lengthen the conversation due to its depressing nature.
When me and Pintu reached the station at around 10:45 PM, nobody else was there. Shortly, Sujit, Tushar and Ashique arrived. It was discovered that Tushar forgot to bring the camera, and Sujit's one could only take around 60-70 pics, in digital format.
Our compartment was "Tho", the letter used for writing "Thelagari", "Thela (Push)", etc. The compartment was at the rear end of the somewhat huge train; the Turna express. I don't know why, but the name Turna reminds me of Tuna fish, which is a tasty treat when combined with mayonnaise and bread. We jumped inside the compartment. I literally jumped over the steep steps.
The compartment was medium sized. The toilet was at the left of the entrance, and in front of that, there was a small area for the smokers. Keeping that place behind, I had to walk about 5-6 steps to reach our seats. We had 4 "chairs" distributed over two rows in such a way that it forms a square quite nicely. In each chair, there were two seats. We had only one seat in the top right chair, which we bought for Afzal. He didn't come, but we wanted to use that seat for dumping some of our bags and stuff, or at least that's what we thought!
Tushar brought 10 CDs for his diskman, which I had to accomodate in my bag. I also tugged in a copy of "Shesher Kobita" by Rabindranath Tagore, also brought by the same person. Last night I wanted to borrow the book. But out of nowhere, Tushar booked the borrowing! Anyways, soon after the "training" started, we headed off to the smoker's corner.
All these 6 people were heavy smokers, with one being a secondary smoke inhaler. This person has been falling a victim of circumstances for a long, long time. When all your friends smoke, you just can't get away from them. You have to stay there and inhale the secondary smoke. This way you can stay close to your friends. At the beginning, you have a tough time accepting this smoke. But as time goes by, you become immune.
Now I can stand smoke like anything else. It's nothing...just another environmental disaster like the smells that come out off a wrecked toilet or the mass garbage situated in Jatrabari (no, it isn't yaatrabari...go to hell if you thought so!).
Then the caterers came in and showed off some tantalizing specimen of food. Despite of being expensive, I felt hungry. But we had our own food. Bread, Bananas and Boiled eggs--thanks to Murshid and Ashique. Not too surprisingly, we ate up most of our food by 1 AM.
After a while, we settled back to our seats and I started playing NFS: Porsche Unleashed and Super Mario Bros. in the gameboy and Tushar started listening to Chondrobindu. Others were dozing off. Pretty much a boring site, undoubtedly.
Suddenly a brilliant idea struck our minds.....
After Afzal agreed to go, Tushar followed suit, and we thought all 7 of us were going. But unfortunately, Afzal's parents were very adamant in their standing, and Afzal couldn't ignore the emotional blackmailing. His mother said "You can go if you want, but neither me nor your father will like it". Maybe many of us can ignore such a statement, but I do agree, things like these can't be dealt with rational view...it's rather an emotional issue.
Me, Pintu and Tushar spent almost the entire day before the journey, shopping. We went to the market opposite to Dhaka College, which was being referred as ODC (Opposite Dhaka College) by my pals. We bought a football from the market, as well as different types of wearables. Finally I came to know what a "Three Quarter Pant" is. Okay, call me a newbie, but I neveer claimed to be a dressy person. We were in a shop where Tushar chose a pant. However, the trouser was a bit crippled. The shop owner said that it'll be fine after washing and ironing. Tushar was saying that we didn't have time for that. Instantly, I felt like passing a cheap joke. I asked Pintu, when's our flight, again? We were going to Norwayfor no apparent reason, and we needed the stuff urgently!
The football was bought because Pintu wanted to play football on the beach. It was an appealing idea, and all of agreed to put in our funds for that ball. Whilst buying the ball, we had mango juice, but none of the ball-sponsors excluding the 3 of us agreed to include that cost in to the total purchasing cost of the ball :@
I called Afzal while reaching the station. He sounded sad, and I didn't want to lengthen the conversation due to its depressing nature.
When me and Pintu reached the station at around 10:45 PM, nobody else was there. Shortly, Sujit, Tushar and Ashique arrived. It was discovered that Tushar forgot to bring the camera, and Sujit's one could only take around 60-70 pics, in digital format.
Our compartment was "Tho", the letter used for writing "Thelagari", "Thela (Push)", etc. The compartment was at the rear end of the somewhat huge train; the Turna express. I don't know why, but the name Turna reminds me of Tuna fish, which is a tasty treat when combined with mayonnaise and bread. We jumped inside the compartment. I literally jumped over the steep steps.
The compartment was medium sized. The toilet was at the left of the entrance, and in front of that, there was a small area for the smokers. Keeping that place behind, I had to walk about 5-6 steps to reach our seats. We had 4 "chairs" distributed over two rows in such a way that it forms a square quite nicely. In each chair, there were two seats. We had only one seat in the top right chair, which we bought for Afzal. He didn't come, but we wanted to use that seat for dumping some of our bags and stuff, or at least that's what we thought!
Tushar brought 10 CDs for his diskman, which I had to accomodate in my bag. I also tugged in a copy of "Shesher Kobita" by Rabindranath Tagore, also brought by the same person. Last night I wanted to borrow the book. But out of nowhere, Tushar booked the borrowing! Anyways, soon after the "training" started, we headed off to the smoker's corner.
All these 6 people were heavy smokers, with one being a secondary smoke inhaler. This person has been falling a victim of circumstances for a long, long time. When all your friends smoke, you just can't get away from them. You have to stay there and inhale the secondary smoke. This way you can stay close to your friends. At the beginning, you have a tough time accepting this smoke. But as time goes by, you become immune.
Now I can stand smoke like anything else. It's nothing...just another environmental disaster like the smells that come out off a wrecked toilet or the mass garbage situated in Jatrabari (no, it isn't yaatrabari...go to hell if you thought so!).
Then the caterers came in and showed off some tantalizing specimen of food. Despite of being expensive, I felt hungry. But we had our own food. Bread, Bananas and Boiled eggs--thanks to Murshid and Ashique. Not too surprisingly, we ate up most of our food by 1 AM.
After a while, we settled back to our seats and I started playing NFS: Porsche Unleashed and Super Mario Bros. in the gameboy and Tushar started listening to Chondrobindu. Others were dozing off. Pretty much a boring site, undoubtedly.
Suddenly a brilliant idea struck our minds.....
To be continued..
4 comments:
What did you do?
Did you try trowing someone out of the train? Was it Tushar bhaia?
that would have been fun :D
Opsss....Throwing* :$
Hehe...wait a while :p
what was the ideaaa?????? its killing meeeeee .... :P
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