If my ear drums could talk and had hands, it would have cursed me and pull me by my ears out of the Kawran bazaar slum area. The mere reason being the incredibly loud trains that pass through the heart of the backyard of the slum-dwelling people. I started wondering how people who live there for years have not all gone deaf yet. The trains are like Monsters that will cut through the heart and engulf each and very part of its prey. It will howl and frighten its prey every time. And if anyone comes in its path, it will grind him to the bones. However, it was as if the people were not at all bothered by it. But I was dazed and wanted to find the answer. And then I realized….
I realized how easy it is to forget, how easy it is to ignore and how easy it is to stay indifferent to all the monstrosity that exists in the world surrounding us!
Munaf M Chowdhury
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The monster is growling and deafening, but people always finds some sacrifice to keep it out of their lives. It’s like a natok I once watched: A couple who rented a house sandwiched between a tannery and a roadside tea-stall that played loud music all night long. at one point the couple got so used to these that one cud not sleep without sniffing a leather bag, and the other cud not sleep without loudly played Hindi music. Man and all animals are programmed to adapt….. its is actually that easy to shut off and reconstruct……..Life itself is a greater monster to tame!