In these days, I have to spend at least 4 hours a day on the bus travelling. Its not the distance, but the traffic jam that causes the delay. I have no way to make this time productive.
Got tired of songs (they don’t make good music anymore), can’t sleep for the fear of pickpockets, can’t read a book as the lights aren’t bright enough and without free hands its quite impossible to get onboard, fighting the crowd.
One option is to think. I recently got a lot of time to think, about everything. If this goes on, the whole nation would become philosopher.
The other option is to listen to audiobooks and lectured. But when you don’t have a seat and the battery is low, option one becomes the only one.
However, this is the place where I document my expressable thoughts and how-to’s. Here it goes then, another installment of mind shit from me, written a few days ago.
10:17 March 13, 2016
Bus 36, Kalabagan, Dhaka-1205