Today is another half-day hartal. I took a rickshaw to work.
I don't know what happens to these rickshawwallahs on hartal days. Finding the streets free, they go berserk and think they can pedal the rickshaws at any speed they want. Perhaps it is the exhilaration of freedom. My rickshaw almost ran into five people, two children going to school, one taxi coming at a right angle, couple of thela-garis, one van-gari, one tiny bus carrying soft drinks and several tempos with terrified people dangling from the back. I lost count of how many potholes he ran over without slowing down. No doubt I will be sore from this and my blood pressure is probably still high from the tension.
Maybe I will bike to work the next hartal.
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I really enjoy reading your blog on differnt topics. I am a NRB for 18 yaers who came to U.S. right out of high school(Hsc level). I am also working for a major silicon vendor. Now I am a father of 3 and on the verge of returning to back to Bangladesh. You mentioned riding Schwin a bike. Where did you get that bike in Dhaka? or have you somehow shipped it from U.S.A?
Hi,
Thank you for your kind words. I have put up a blog posting today (Nov. 6) answering your question.
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