My story – Part -2

While we were heading for Delhi, capital of India we met a guy named Zakir. He proved himself very smart and potential on the eve of introduction part. Actually I am with my father and one of my friends named Rana(We use to call him Tall) were heading for Delhi for university admission of achieving our life’s most vital graduate degree purpose. Although I never felt any urge to achieve the certificates and all; but never mind to have one in case when it comes the issue of abstract values as honor, experience, visit and prestige etc. After reaching Delh in night; three of us stayed in a hotel,”Hotel Tajmahal” near old Delhi, railway station. This area and surroundings are known as old Delhi. Here was the similarity between capital of Bangladesh and capital of India; both possess a new and old format. The winter was near to an end; the nature was taking the preparation of the beginning of new season in the month of March 1995. We met Mr. Zakir at railway department tickets issuing authority in Calcutta named Fairly Palace. This department is the ticket issuing authority of railway India for visitors and tourists who hold passport and like to make a journey by train. We went there to buy t the ticket for Delhi. As it was a very rush and on season for tourisms we were not getting the tickets on the date when we wanted and there was no chance to get any very soon. Many of the tourists with us were getting very disappointed with the fact. Mr. Zakir was in same problems. He had three more persons with him. He decided to approach through back door by bribing the issuing officer and we agreed it though my father had a doubt to get the ticket. Mr. Zakir took me with him and wrote a date, time, name of the train and the word “Extra RS 200 for each ticket” and sat in queue again, and when our terms came we had shown our passport and the piece of paper. The issuing officer saw the writings and replied,” It’s very difficult, all quota is filled” Then Mr. Zakir took the paper from the officer and wrote “Rs 300 for each ticket” and pass it to the officer and asked please try this date. The issuing officer looked at the writings and after 5minutes we came with tickets with a victorious smile on our face. Actually staying in Calcutta would have been cost us Rs 1000 each day on this ground the deal became profitable to us. My father got impressed with Mr. Zakir’s capability which helped him to become us a valued customer of him. Actually he used to work as a service agent for admission at university of Delhi for foreign students. The next morning after we had reached Delhi; Mr. Zakir came visit us and took me and Rana with him to our friends who are already in University of Delhi and staying in Lajpatnagar-IV, Amar Colony. There we met Shafiqul Islam- Tupu,(Now- He is a pilot of Emirates) Kazi Zulka naian summon, Mahabub Sumon(Now Journalist on line magazine of BD News24.com) his father is Mahbubul Alam (Attorney General Bangladesh Government) Shah Arif Bin Habib (Now in charge- Business Development; in a Large Group of Industries in Bangladesh) Shaon – not sure what he is doing, Fima- Commercial models and actress in TV and media. It was very nice meeting them. The desire became more to get the admission in University of Delhi after meeting them. In the evening we met two more guys who seem very peculiar to us. One of them was making himself cool by a fan in the winter evening. The fan was set with his wrist watch. After a while he put off the fan by touching a switch in his shirts button and shock hand by giving me a large smile enjoying my surprise and said,” hello I am Saki. You can call me Poppy also.” Another guy was Titas who used to live in Mirpur Dhaka. In course of time Saki, Shah Arif Bin Habib, Mahabub Sumon, Shaon, Fima became very good friends of mine and still the day too. Shafiqul Islam (TUPU) and Zulkar 9 summon were my school friends. I miss you all, guys. I like to confess at this stage that all of you were very fantastic. We had a very good time on the eve of our pre-admission get-together meeting occasion and I was fortunate that next day was a great festival for people of India which they say “HOLY”. Indians use to colors each other and celebrate the occasion by having fun with a local drink name “Vang”, dances and songs. Me and Rana stayed at their home and became a part of the festival by doing some activities of the festival. The whole night we were putting together the balloons filled with colored water, snacks from nearby MacDonald’s fast food, jokes, movies and meeting with some local guys who were also the students of University of Delhi but the funniest thing had happened on the next day after noon. May be I should disclose it later on due to some reasons. Sahriar Ahamed. sahriarahamed@yahoo.com.