CLASH OF TIME

১৪ ই মার্চ, ২০১৬ রাত ১০:৩৩

Whistling sound is waving into air; the train is crawling like a snake going through —villas, hills, sometimes over the bridge. Mr. Travel is coming to waiting room; mist and fume can’t be separate when his beard covered face with bald head peeked from platform no 9. He has come from French a couple of month ago. He works for an archaeological heritage company of French. For the sake of his job he has to visit many countries in the world. Hence, he has become very cultural conscious. He has a long cherished dream one day Bengali language will be written on the Obelisk of Luxor in Paris. He hears most of languages of the world are inscribed on these rectangle rocks around Eiffel tower, among them the mentioned one is most iconic.
The station bell is ringing; he sits beside two tools on a wooden bench. The station-master is announcing is that the train will be late. It is almost mid-night; there is pin-drop silence only the dipping sound of leakage tap is coming. His eyes are burning, he feels drowsy; whereas he cannot lay down he bends his head to the bench.
Meanwhile he sees a pretty good lady with curly hair, adorned with classical ornaments is rushing out from platform no 24/09/79 AD. She is panting and holding her gown with her skinny hands; suddenly she clashes with another girl who is coming exactly opposite to her. She is blonde, wearing bikini and most of the parts of her body covered with colorful tattoos. Her right brow and lower lip have been pierced with aluminum ring.
She asked the previous one: Who are you?
She replied in shivering: I am Pompeii.
2nd one: Pompei?
Pompeii: No. Pompeii. The modern people called me Pompei skipping one “i”. I am coming from 79 AD. Who are you?
2nd one: I am Las Vegas. Why are you so terrified?
Pompeii: He is chasing after me.
Las Vegas: Who?
Pompeii: Mount Vesuvius.
Las Vegas: Why?
Pompeii: I couldn’t protect my citizen. They lose their moral. Day by day they were going astray.
Las Vegas: Please. Tell me in details. What happened?
Pompeii: I am the most pompous city in the world. I have good trade; many tradesmen exchange their goods in my harbor. I have protected my seashore and city with tightly closed walls. But when the cancer of moral degradation devours my soul, I could not realize.
Las Vegas: I have the same visitors who come to my land for taking their carnal pleasure. My city has replication of all classical arts. It is a lively and dazzling city. I have American dream. What else?
Pompeii: The street, sewerage and municipal system are well organized. The buildings are well-decorated and the shops are opened until midnight especially the bar shops. The government fills the entire fundamental needs. So the citizens not need to work. They can spend their leisure time by doing anything. But who works, they get more money, thus the social classification creates. After the Roman invasion and inauguration of Neo, the oldest empire who rein at his 17, the entertainment sources get worse. They assign slaves as gladiators whose duel ultimately ends with bloodshed.
Las Vegas: We have the erotic pubs on Fremont streets and red-light districts where every men fantasy comes true. In the strip clubs and adult chapel the lap dancers dance with G-strings. On the road the parade of topless body is seen everywhere. I don’t use curtain in my private room so that another customer can feel visual pleasure. I have cheap motels also. Everybody calls me sin city.
Pompeii: I called this place lupanar, I also don’t use curtains. I have many erotic fresco, graffiti and stone bed. I use titillating sign to show the way of the place. Once, there are written in every shop “do not adultery, take care you wives.” Now, there wives are sleeping with their slaves. Alas! Everything is destroying under the ash of mountain, the rocks falling down on earth. He enraged, becomes furious, and is throwing his melting laves from his nose. The active bodies are becoming statue. The slave-girl who wears ring never has to sleep with his master anymore.
Las Vegas [timidly]: Is he coming for me too? Will history remind me as second Pompeii?

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