A few days ago, a pet fest was organized at Dhaka University by the Dhaka University Central Students' Union (DUCSU). That is, people gathered there with their domesticated animals and birds. A girl appeared there with her extraordinarily beautiful white chicken. She also gave the chicken a beautiful name. Naturally, what we think when we see such a beautiful chicken is that its meat might taste like chicken.
I saw someone on Facebook giving an angry status about it, why should we eat it? I didn't understand, what's the problem if we want to eat something to eat? People don't want to eat the dogs and cats there anymore. They wanted to eat the chicken. There were also many dogs and cats there.
We want safe roads. We want to reduce the number of accidents on the road. But I know many drivers who are reluctant to take the driving license test. They don't want to take the written test prescribed for the driving license. The big thing is, there is a doubt whether the truck drivers and bus drivers in our country can actually write their own names. What will you do with their written test? That is, how to take their written test? However, we have gone from one side to the other. We want safe roads, but in the same way, we want to ride autorickshaws on the highways. The two things cannot be together. We have to choose one or the other. Either we have to choose safe roads, or we have to choose autorickshaws on the highways. Either one of the two. The two can never be together.
We want our beloved city Dhaka, our beloved country Bangladesh, to be pollution-free. But if we are told to put our garbage in dustbins, or, to make separate dustbins, specific for specific waste. For example, a separate dustbin for biodegradable waste, a separate dustbin for plastic, and a separate dustbin for non-biodegradable or things that take a long time to decompose. But we are not willing to do that.
How strange our minds are! We know what we want, we know why we want it, we know how we want it. But we cannot do what we want ourselves. We think that angels will come and do it for us. This is the strange mind of our people.
