Late afternoon thought from an event with the privileged Dhaka: What do women do post-event with these fancy sharis they are wearing? I mean, it is obvious that some do not wear a shari twice.
So if most of these expensive sharis are one-time-use, then someone should try to pull it out of their walk-in-closets. Should I start a used shari selling website?
Sell your fancy sharis, the business gets 10% commission and 5% goes towards humanitarian purposes, preferably helping under-privileged women. Rich will be happy, poor will be happy, and I will be slightly richer. Note to self.
January 27
Second thought of the morning: Where did winter go?
Mid-day pondering: Dhaka is amazing, really. I mean, look at all the great things going on, Chobi Mela, Sufi Fest, friends and artists gathering on roof tops to create art and music. All these uninterrupted creations, flowing at a fast pace, must catch the drift.
Thoughts before taking a CNG home: Which side of the CNG should I jump out of in case of a petrol bomb. Left, right? Left? The side of the sidewalk obviously, not the side of the traffic.
Duh Iffat! Do your cocktail bomb escape plan right!
January 28
Post-work thoughts at home after ordering-in: Life has changed since the launch of online food delivery services in Dhaka. Hungry no question naki.
January 29
At a roadside flower shop: Why won’t these florists sell Bangladeshi flowers? Rojonigondhas left to the side under the shadow of blue, orange, purple orchids, mums, and lilies. When I grow up I am going to open a Bangladeshi flower shop, kanakchapa, jobas, and seasonal kodom phool and a staple of beli.
January 30
Afternoon with construction noise: Is there any trick out there that would filter/transform the noise of construction sites to music? Some trance, or even rap, though I would prefer lounge … Anything really! The soundtrack of our generation just cannot be the grinding of bricks, mixing of cements, and banging of metal poles. Really, it can’t!
January 31
Late afternoon hunger talks: Some people live on breath, they apparently don’t need food, sometimes they take water. I like food, I cannot be a breatharian. However, what if a spiritual leader posed this solution to eradicate hunger for ultimate food security? Where will the foreign donors spend their money?
Thoughts late evening: I don’t want to think about the 35 deaths since January 5, or the hundreds of injuries, I want to think about the book fair and spring, hope for it to rain again unseasonably, hence unreasonably, and still take rickshaws.
I also hope the upcoming cricket games will distract the arsonists. Here’s to February lessening fear. Take your frustration out Dhaka, then sell it for some short change and buy something nice with it?
