WORST: Chickens

It's only inevitable that a Dhaka-based blog called "Worst" will eventually mention Dhaka traffic.

I commute. It's like being kicked in the head with steel sandals. In the morning the lines are longer than the waiting lists for BTNT phone numbers in the 90s. Crammed in with a random elbow in the face, hardly moving while breathing in special fragrances that smell like the lovechild of a sewer and a coal factory.

Inevitably someone accidentally steps on someone and that someone takes offense and starts yelling SHALA DEKHTE PAROS NA? But what are you going to do when it's so crowded. Once a guy apologized to someone on a seat for daring to be thrown back by the driver braking hard. The response was "SORRY BOLE KI HOBE? JA HOBAR HOISE." Then of course some know-it-all Modon Kumar will join in as judge and jury, engaging everyone in a bus-wide debate about the merits and demerits of

And you'd think with the bus engine and the honking outside people would have a hard time being heard. But oh they manage to yell just fine. To me it always sounds like chickens. It's all just :

(exchange between two people)

-- POKPOKPOKPOK POKAWWWWWKKK POKPOKPOKPOKPOK
-- pok. pokk paaaaaaaaaaaaawwwk.
-- POKAAAAWK!!! POK POK POK PAAAAAWK.
-- POK!?!?!?! POK POK POK POKPOKPOK!!!! POK PAAAAAAAWK!!!