Dreams Burn Down

১০ ই আগস্ট, ২০১৫ রাত ৯:০৭

Characters – Jahangir
Sofique
Jasim
Joyita


[A sunny day, during hartal a city service bus is running in Tongi. This area is one of the noisy and polluted areas in Dhaka. (Bus Stopped.)]

Bus Conductor (Jahangir): Hey! Come! Come! Come! Bashundhara, Notunbazar, Badda, Rampura, Chowdhurypara, Malibag, Khilgao, Saydabad. Come! Come! Come!

Jasim: Hey....stop...stop...stop.....I want to go to Saydabad. Will this bus go there?
Jahangir: Yes, It will go to Saydabad but you have to pay 50taka for this.
Jasim: Hey! Are you mad? What are you saying?
Jahangir: Yes, you have to pay; if you don’t want to pay then you can try to find another bus.
Jasim: Why I have to pay 50taka for this? It’s only 20 tk.
Jahangir: Because, today is hartal and there are no buses available and if you don’t know about it then you can watch and wait.
Jasim: Okay! Okay! Brother I will pay 30taka, now take me. [He rides on the bus] Jahangir: All right, Come, come there is your site.
Jasim: Here? Hey brother! [He is looking for his seat]
Jahangir: That is your site.
Jasim: Where? There are no sites.
Sofique: Hey idiot, what are you doing? [Become angry]
Jasim: Oh no sorry brother, I am so sorry.
Sofique: Are you crazy stupid man?
Jasim: What’s problem? I said sorry about it and now please stop shouting.
Sofique: You asked me, what’s my problem? You should feel guilty because you sat on my wife’s lap, stupid.
Jasim: Brother, why are you shouting? I said you, I am so sorry about that and now you tell me what can I do for it? I know it was my mistake.
Sofique: Just sorry? It’s not enough. You should feel guilty.
Jasim: Okay brother, I have an idea. If you think that sorry is not enough for that, then it’s my wife’s cellphone number, take it and just cell my wife then go to my house and will sit on my wife’s lap. Okay?
Sofique: What? What do you think? Should I do that? You are a crazy man.
Jasim: Yes I know I am crazy; by the way, may I sit here madam? [He is walking inside the bus, sees a site and also laughing]
Woman: Yes sure.
Jasim: What’s your name madam? [He seats beside her]
Joyita: Huh! [She didn’t replied]
Jahangir: Madam, pay the fare please and brother you too.
Joyita: How much?
Jahangir: 50tk madam.
Joyita: Brother just see, what is he thinking about me? I am a lady that’s why he wants to cheat with me? This fare only 15 tk.
Jahangir: Madam, this is not fair, I told you when you wanted to know the fare. So give me 50tk please. And brother hurry up please.
Jasim: Hey conductor she is a lady, why are you trying to cheat with her? Take 15taka and go away. Madam, now everything is okay?
Joyita: yes. [Smiling]
Jahangir: If she takes me 50tk then will she begin poor? Or I will become rich? No brother, it’s a rule during hartal.
Jasim: Oh! What dame rule? Who made this type of rule? Tell me brother. Madam, you will pay only 15tk. [Jahangir didn’t any reply]
Joyita: Okay, thank you so much. By the way, I go to my office everyday but during hartal they think people are helpless so they want to cheat with us.
Jasim: You are right madam, may I know you name please? [Laughing]
Joyita: Yes sure, I’m Joyita, I am a Banker and you?
Jasim: I am Jasim and I am a sells man, are you married?
Joyita: Hmm! Sorry?
Jasim: Hmm.... nothing......nothing....... Actually, I am going to Saydabad because my mother is coming from Comilla, that’s why I am so excited, after a long time I am going to see her. [Jasim was thinking about Joyita. Suddenly he falls asleep on the bus, in his dream he saw that, one morning he awoke up and saw he became a film hero and one of the richest person in Bangladesh. Everyone knows him very well and also respect him. He and Joyita got married. Then one evening, he and his wife were going to a garden; they were singing a romantic song like “My heart will go on” and eating fruits. There was a beautiful falls like Niagara Falls.]
Jahangir: Hey, come! Come! Come! Rampura, Chowdhurypara, Malibag, Khilgao, Saydabad. Come! Come! Come! [Bus stopped]
Jashim: Oh! That dream was better than reality. [He awoke up and became sad]
Sofiq: Hey brother! Why you stopped the bus? It’s already late please go. Hurry up! [He was thinking, if he have a helicopter hair, he and his wife are going to their home within a minute like a Super man or Batman]
Joyita: Please hurry up! Hurry up! During hartal I am always afraid of outside because we really don’t know what will happen. [Bus is running again]
Jasim: Yes, today I didn’t come outside if my mother doesn’t come in the city.
Joyita: Oh! Every people know hartal means violence, hartal means kill.
Jasim: Actually, who wants to see this type of problem in their own country? Every people want to live happily and save.
Joyita: In April 14, 2001 my sister died because of our political situation. Ten people lost their lives and my sister was one of them. Lots of people were wounded severely and injured in “Ramna Batamul”. By the way she was a good singer and that day was “Pohela Boishakh” 1st day of Bengali New Year. It was mass murder, bomb attack and terrorism. After that incidence I was always afraid of hartal and it’s sabotage. [She takes a long breath]
Jasim: Yes, I remember that day it was disgraceful day, because our country people killed us and they tried to destroy our own cultural. What a shame! [Everyone is silence]
Sofiq: Can I interrupt?
Joyita: Sure.
Sofiq: I was listening yours conversations. Last month my friend’s neighbor came in this city and that time BNP and Jamayat political parties called off seven days hartal. His father was hospitalized, so he didn’t have any other options. When he arrived in Dhaka suddenly a picketers throw a brick on his car then within a second someone brunt his car and on that spot he is died. So think, we all love our country but our Bangladesh burns our dreams.
Joyita: No, it’s totally your misunderstanding, it’s not our country’s fault, and it’s our people’s fault. So you shouldn’t blame to this country.
Jasim: You are right madam. [Suddenly, they all heard a weird noise like someone threw a Petrol bomb inside the bus and bus stopped]
Jahangir: Fire! Fire! Fire! Oh My God. Hey everyone come out in the bus, Fire! Fire! Fire! [The front door of bus is burning]
Sofiq: What’s going on? I can’t see anything. Please help.
Jasim and Joyita: Hey help us please. We can’t do anything, please help us, please! Jasim: See, see, that man is burning on the fire, oh my God! Please help us! Please God forgive us. [He is crying and pray to Allah]
Jahangir: Hey brothers please help us, please. [He come out from inside the bus and tried to stop the fire but all other people were just watching this, no one come to help them] Jasim: Madam, please come here. [He had broken the window glass and tried to get out of the bus]
Joyita: okay, now try to come out please.
Jasim: I can’t, oh! my God! I can’t. I am just trying. Madam, you just go please.
Joyita: Okay, thank you so much my dear brother, I never forget your sacrifice. [She is crying]
Jasim: Madam.................. [The bus is burning]
Joyita: Do you want to say something? You just say please [Still crying]
Jahim: I won’t see my mother but you know what, I have lots of dreams like; one day I will become a rich man, my mother and I will be happy, I will get married etc. May you do me a favor?
Joyita: yes, sure.
Jasim: Take it, it’s my mother cell phone number, call her and please help her. Oh! One more thing, just tell her, I love her so much.
Joyita: Sure, and anything else brother? [She is crying]
Jasim: Madam...............My grandfather was a freedom fighter, he fought for our country, he always told us that all people want to live a better life and fight for a better
place. People have a lot of dreams but the thing is, one second can change everything in our life.

[Within 5 or 6 minutes, full bus was burnt on the fire and no one could come out from the bus, they all were burnt on fire and their dreams also. Then the rain was started]

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