A Railway Station

A Railway Station
The world is a transient rest-house in which we all are strangers. This is perhaps best analogized by a railway
platform, which is characterized by short-lived sojourn of people coming in and going out. A railway station is a
place where trains stop to take in and to drop down passengers and goods. It is one of the invariable places of
modern civilization. A railway station has a time chart for the arrival and departure of trains. The station master
and other official control the work of the station. The humble porters help the passengers with their luggage. A
bigger station has several platforms to enable more than one train to come and go out at the same time. It
remains busy almost all the time of the day and night. Every moment, a railway platform, which is typically a vast
place protected by a high-hanging brick-built roof, bubbles over with people of all kinds- rich, poor, impoverished
and goods. A smaller station has a single platform that can receive only one train at a time. A railway station has
booking office, waiting room, restaurants, book stalls, confectioneries to serve the busy passengers. At one side of
the station rickshaws, baby taxis and cars stand waiting for carrying passengers. Usually, a railway station is quiet
and ever sleepy.
But with the arrival or at the time the departure of a train, the station bursts into life. Passengers rush about in
search of convenient compartment to get down early. Coolies run to carry luggage. Vendors of tea, betel, sweets
etc. run about to sell their goods. As everybody is in a hurry, there is a good deal of pushing and elbowing. There is
no end of noise. There are a crowd of people having different destinations. That is why one, once in that place,
feels utterly lonely among those nameless crowds. Most of the time this bad feeling is aggravated by the nasty and
unhygienic environment. Now-a-days, pick-pockets are a big threat for passengers. Through all these the station
master, ticket-checkers and the guards move about in the performance of their functions. And then the train
blows its whistle and leaves and the station. When the train leaves, there is no crowd at all. The people of a
railway station area are highly benefitted by the station. They earn their livelihood by working at the station in
many ways. The commercial activities conducted by the local hawkers give a boost to the local economy which is
really fascinating. A railway station has been playing a great role in the development of a country for a long time.
The condition of most of the railway stations in Bangladesh is not well. So, the government should take steps for
developing the dilapidated railway station.
A Road Accident I Have Witnessed
An unexpected and harmful incident is called an accident. The WHO defines it as an unpremeditated event
resulting in recognizable damage. When a vehicle collides with another in the street or hits a person or a
pedestrian to death or injury is called road accident. Nowadays it has become a regular phenomenon. In our
country, road accidents take place on the roads, streets, highways and bridges. As a result of road accident, many
lives are nipped in the bud. Many a family loses the only earning member. Many people become crippled. An
accident is, well, is just an “accident’, and it can happen anytime and anywhere no matter how hard we try to
avoid them. Of course, that’s easy to say but, watching an accident from close proximity or becoming a “helpless
and unwilling” witness to it is totally different. But, that’s exactly what happened to me when I had to witness such
a horrific, pathetic and sad incident last month. It occurred in Mirpur road near Kolabagan bus stand. One evening
my cousin and I decided to see a film at Sony Cinema Hall. As we were late for the show, we began walking faster
along the crowded road. The distance from our home to the bus stand is not so long. After reaching at the bus
stand, we were standing at the bus stoppage and waiting for the bus. Then I saw a little boy who was trying to
cross the busy road. All of a sudden there was a loud noise. When we turned round, we saw the boy rolling on the
ground. He was knocked down by a car. The driver was driving it at a normal speed. He saw a lorry coming from
the opposite direction. He tried to turn the vehicle aside, but the clutch wire of it broke and the machine got out of
his control. It ran into the boy and hit the pavement. At once the boy was seriously wounded. He sustained injuries
in the head and face. His nose was bleeding and his head was bruised. He lost his senses. A crowd gathered on the
spot. He was in a pitiable condition. Some people started abusing and hitting the car driver. Some wise and elderly
men tried to convince them that it was not his fault but it was just an accident. We along with two other men took
him to the nearby hospital. The police also arrived at the spot. After the mobile of the police had arrived, the mob
soon dispersed. But within a few minutes, the doctor declared the victim dead. I couldn’t check my tears. His
parents were informed of the accident by the police. Really, it made me more pathetic and I cannot still forget it.

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