24/4, Friday kicks off with a hope and anticipation to take lab classes of BIT-10, i get ready for them, revise the old concepts, afterall i dont want them to wonder how i got 3A’s in C Plus Plus. I dress up in the most funky kurta i have, reach the university with a strange feeling of responsibility, and i am glad to miss my Make up class of signals. Just as i enter the Lab, Dr. raihan is there to greet me, he says:
“i heard you have a make up class, you can come in the next Lab…meanwhile we will manage it.”
At once i am pissed off, not because i didnt get to see juniors, but i had to take my class, and listen to the shrill noise of my teacher – no offense Ma’m – . the day passed as usual, except that my partners car broke off. For the first time in my life i saw Hot wiring, Key making, and opening of a car lock. Today i also realized that how much a car is vulnerable, the mechanincs can unlock and start it in a nick of time. whew!
Walking towards home what i see is lights in the streets being placed to celebrate something. i guessed it to be a wedding. There is a school in front of my house and people use it as a good place to arrange functions, mostly matrimonial – school in a residential area ,funny!- . During my 8 yea rs stay in this neighborhood , this was the most extravagant preparation of the wedding that was going to take place at night. The party had installed lights at every nook and corner of the street. The function started at around 10 at night, Loud Indian music began to obliterate the peaceful environment of this residential area, with it came fire crackers, the dhol [drum] and noise of a mob marching in towards the venue. the most astonishing thing that i saw was the act of throwing currency notes in the way of the bride and groom, few of the notes fell in my home. i couldn’t understand the meaning of the stupid act. were they trying to pay an offering to currency god or what? insane traditions have took place of those simple and decent ones in the past. i don’t know where we are heading, at one place we detest India, right in its neighborhood we dance on the same tracks that our enemy country produces. perhaps this is one of the few reasons of the chaotic mayhem that has engulfed our country and its inhabitants. Allah bless us, and our meaningless traditions.