SNIPPETS FROM MY LIFE Scene 1: Place: A dark crossroad in Dhanmondi on about 9 pm at night. I was alone in my car waiting at a traffic sign...
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SNIPPETS FROM MY LIFE
Scene 1:
Place: A dark crossroad in Dhanmondi on about 9 pm at night. I was alone in my car waiting at a traffic signal.
*Man: Hey will you go to Kalyanpur?
*Me: Staring with a surprised look (thoughts going in my head "Is this guy mistaking my car as a taxi?")
*Man: Which way will you go?
*Me: I am going home (perplexed me spelled out the truth).
*Man: Aissa (OK).
I drove on wondering what had happened and I realized that I failed to convince him that I am not a taxi driver. (Note: my car is an old Nissan hatchback and no way similar to the Maruti 800 cabs that ply in Dhaka streets except for the close dark color).
Moral: Don't ever make the similar mistake yourself. That will make you very stupid and put others in embarrasment.
Scene 2:
Place: 'Voot' a theme restaurant in 'Rifles square'. I was dining with family and my 10 month old daughter was flirting with a couple of guys next table.
*Youth: Uncle, can I have your email address?
*Me: Gazing curiously (after looking around for an 'uncle').
*Youth: I will email the picture of your daughter I took in my cell phone.
*Me: Here is my business card (not being able to tell the youth in his face that he is in his early twenties and I am in my early thirties, then why is he calling me uncle?).
My wife reminded me later that I am a father of an attractive daughter.
Moral: When you become father of a daughter, you gotta learn how to tackle these sort of situations.
Scene 1:
Place: A dark crossroad in Dhanmondi on about 9 pm at night. I was alone in my car waiting at a traffic signal.
*Man: Hey will you go to Kalyanpur?
*Me: Staring with a surprised look (thoughts going in my head "Is this guy mistaking my car as a taxi?")
*Man: Which way will you go?
*Me: I am going home (perplexed me spelled out the truth).
*Man: Aissa (OK).
I drove on wondering what had happened and I realized that I failed to convince him that I am not a taxi driver. (Note: my car is an old Nissan hatchback and no way similar to the Maruti 800 cabs that ply in Dhaka streets except for the close dark color).
Moral: Don't ever make the similar mistake yourself. That will make you very stupid and put others in embarrasment.
Scene 2:
Place: 'Voot' a theme restaurant in 'Rifles square'. I was dining with family and my 10 month old daughter was flirting with a couple of guys next table.
*Youth: Uncle, can I have your email address?
*Me: Gazing curiously (after looking around for an 'uncle').
*Youth: I will email the picture of your daughter I took in my cell phone.
*Me: Here is my business card (not being able to tell the youth in his face that he is in his early twenties and I am in my early thirties, then why is he calling me uncle?).
My wife reminded me later that I am a father of an attractive daughter.
Moral: When you become father of a daughter, you gotta learn how to tackle these sort of situations.
