Biography 191: My 2nd journey to Cox's Bazaar (journey)

I and Shumi were standing at the Hotel, in Cox's Bazaar.

 We were in the honours third year at the University of Dhaka. Our field trip decided to go to Cox's Bazar and Teknaaf (The southeast district of Bangladesh). Our professor, Mr. Baki and another professor (I forgot his name) were with us. Mr. Baki's daughter also joined us on this field trip.

Our professor said we would train from Dhaka to Chittagong, then take a bus from Chittagong and go to Cox's Bazaar. In those days, the Dhaka to Cox's Bazaar coach service was newly started. So, Saleh said, why don't we go to Cox's Bazaar directly. Why would we take pain to change the train with luggage? Our professor said girls have some specific needs, so we won't make this long single journey. Saleh stopped.

 He thought what could be a reason. I am a girl, even I was thinking, what could be the reason? Later, Saleh burst on us by saying, I am a boy; I couldn't say anything, why you girls didn't say anything. Well, we were confused, too. And didn't want to make any uncomfortable discussion.

We enjoyed the train journey. The bus couldn't give us this many fun times. On the train, we drank tea several times. Sometimes, others join us, too. Shumi asked if we should pay for all or just for our drinks. I said, let's for us only. We all students can't have the luxury of paying for everything. Saleh didn't like that. He paid for all (Once) and asked the tea seller to return Shumi's money. I knew he tried to make us feel bad. Well, I didn't mind, as long as you pay for me. So, I asked Shumi to enjoy it and not think too much about it. I still believe we made the right decision.

In the Hotel, Shumi and I stayed on the 3rd floor. Sometimes, boys tried to take the power plug off from outside to make us scared. I didn't bother. I just came out and fixed it and again went inside. They understood this one is not going to make us feel anything.

You just need to move on

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step… Lao Tzu

In life, we can face so many things. Sometimes we fall and don't find any way to get up and move on. Sometimes we feel we need to do something about a matter, but because of many issues, that has never been done.

No matter how big and tough your journey is, it will never be done if you do not start. So, just need to move on; let's start with one step.

Look at the real-life situation. One man single handed cut a hill and made a path. He kept going from one step to another.

Biography 172: Train journey to Mymensingh, Bangladesh.

In this picture, our professor sat with us and listened to the song.

The second-year study tour from our department (Geography & Environment, The University of Dhaka) was to Halua Ghat (Maymansing, Bangladesh).

Like all my travelling experiences, this was mixed with happy and little unhappy moments.

Our travelling started by train. We get on the train from the Kamalapur Railway Station. It was a 3rd class train compartment full of joy from a group of students from the University of Dhaka. I don't know how somebody's found a song like an anthem of our tour. They repeatedly keep singing that song. The main singer was our friend Emran. It was a local Bangla song. If I translate, it will be like, "Get married at 18 districts". I didn't like it, but the boys were full of fun with this song; they were singing in chorus.

During our train journey, one of our friends, Bony, became ill. She got cold. One of our professors travelling with us came from the second-class compartment to see her and give her medicine. You know coll pills have something that brings sleepiness. So, then Bony fell into a deep sleep. Some boys make fun of that too. One of them was Shameem. He put papers inside her mouth (It was open) and tried to fire it up. I wanted to stop him. You may call me boring, but I don't want any harmful activity.

When our professor came, Emraan and his gang again sang that song (Married Girls in 18 Districts). I don't know how our professor felt because he didn't say anything; he just kept smiling. Now I am smiling too by remembering those moments.

[Correction by Emran]

Emran: We were in the second-class compartment.

 

Journey by train in a cabin

Shafeen in the cabin

In our country, I found, the most comfortable train journey is in AC Cabin. Book a Cabin then lock the door. Stay safe and you have enough space to enjoy and sleep well. I like the movement of train during running. It’s really very good for sleeping J . if you feel hungry can go to Cafeteria if the train and order food. They will send it to your cabin.

But you will miss one important thing, the hockers. Every now and then they will ask you tea, many kinds of food, news paper, small necessary things, shoe polish and many more.

It’s up to you, which one you will choose for your journey. I like both ;)