Well, since I didn't get any more feedback on our discussion forum on "Dating in the 21st Century: Who makes the first move?", I'm closing the discussion polls. What I do have for you are some pearls of wisdom from our friend Shamma, who gives us some tips on how to learn to pochafy people:
Rule 1) Pay attention to conversation around you. Take notes of quips and comebacks you find particularly witty. Then, when you're getting ready to sleep, rewind your memory tape for the day. Try to remember instances when someone got pochafied, and then try and figure out a snippy comeback you could have used. As you drift off, your subconscious takes over, so that a few sessions later, you're a natural with witticism.
Rule 2) Turn folly into glory. Learn to criticize yourself. You must have been teased at some point in your life, for tripping on something, or spilling something, or even saying something silly. The best thing to do in such cases is to join in and turn the situation into a joke. That way, you lighten the atmosphere, and have everyone laughing with you, and not at you.
Rule 3)Appreciate the personality you have. Diana King once sang "You've got to love yourself if you want somebody else to love you." Even if you're not looking for someone to love you, appreciate your assets. Get that "I am the best" attitude. That way, you're cheerful, and if someone does try baadifying you, you don't take it too personally.
Rule 4) Never, ever
get angry. Bullies and teasers enjoy it when you get angry or show irritation.
Remember that you're too good to let their comments bother you.
Well, I have to
blaze. Until our next tete-a-tete, take care!
By: The Girl Next Door
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journey by train
I was on my way back to Dhaka from Sylhet by train after having spent Christmas holidays there. It was Iztema time, when thousands of religious Muslims flock to Tongi to offer prayers and do other things. We were on our way back just before the final day of the Iztema and found the train loaded with pilgrims. My family was the only normal passengers on our compartment; everybody else was wearing a punjabi with a complementary beard.
journeys are seriously boring if you don't have a book with you. I had
one, which I had unfortunately finished earlier. And I wasn't brave
enough to take my Discman out and stick its headphones into my ears.
Why? Well, judging the glances our co-passengers were throwing me, it
seemed they were irritated to see a boy not wearing a tupi.
Besides, some of them may have been fundamentalists. In that case, there
might have been knives and other sharp objects hidden right underneath
the boring journey went on and all through it I had to bear the racket
and chaos my "compartmentful" of musolli bhais were
creating. Added to that was the crap that was being played on the train
speakers. They had turned on a tape with some piir's sermons
on it, just like the ones that are always played around Baitul Muqarram.
The sermons were all about why Bangladesh is going to hell because the
women here don't wear burkhas and are now working outdoors without giving
any consideration to the so-called "fotowas" (rules
and regulations) of Islam. Just imagine, my Discman had a Metallica
CD in it, and here I was listening to some "holy" piir
shouting his lungs out.
Just when I couldn't bear it anymore, the train arrived at Tongi. This was where almost all the pilgrims got down, except for a few that would probably go to Dhaka first. I gave out a sigh of relief. It felt I had just walked out of a gorur haat after having gone through the trouble of buying a cow. The irritating tape had been turned off too. The few pilgrims left on our compartment seemed to be cross at that. While I was having fun seeing the vibrant expressions of irritation on their faces, the unthinkable happened. A Hindi tape had been turned on. All the latest dhisting- dhisting Hindi songs were going on at full blast! I was shaking uncontrollably while I was desperately trying to silence my laughter. Meanwhile, our co-passengers had great signs of helplessness, frustration and anger on their faces. As for me, listening to Hindi songs at full volume would have seemed torturous to me under normal circumstances, but now, even Hindi songs seemed like Metallica to my ears.
By Hamdu Mia
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