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January 30, 2004

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A Shameful Scene

Many students, usually from DU, gather on Fuller Road and other places on the university campus in the evenings, often in pairs. We, the students, are used to such scenes. But a few days ago, my uncle came to Dhaka to get an admission form for his daughter. He and I were walking down Fuller Road when he saw a boy and girl kissing. I was ashamed when he exclaimed, "What an obscene sight!" By the time he returned home, he had decided not to send his daughter to DU. I'm sure the "kissing scene" made an impact. My cousin got A+ in both her SSC and HSC exams and is obviously a brilliant student who would have been an asset to the university. Sadly, the university loses many good students for such reasons and decisions made by guardians. I tried to make my uncle change his mind but in vain. His words of disgust continue to ring in my mind.

Bichitra Roy
Jagannath Hall, DhakaUniversity.


An Act of Honesty

A few days ago, my uncle (an inspector of the narcotics department) and I were out for lunch. We went to a restaurant near Topkhana Road by rickshaw. Being a member of the police, he had a wireless set as well a mobile phone with him. Police transmissions could be heard from the wireless set. After we reached our destination, we paid the fare and went into the hotel for lunch. Suddenly, my uncle felt that he had lost his mobile phone and we ran out to find our rickshaw puller, but saw that he had left. The phone must have fallen when my uncle paid the fare. We started to feel bad and went back into the restaurant for lunch. A thought came to me as we were eating and I quickly told my uncle to dial his mobile number. When he dialled his number, it was surprisingly answered by the OC of the Lalbagh thana. We went to the police station and instantly got back our mobile phone. I could not hold back my surprise. I asked the OC how the rickshaw puller had realised that my uncle was a policeman. The OC said that a wireless set was enough for even a rickshaw puller to realise what my uncle's profession was. I was glad that there were still such honest people in this society.

Md. Aktaruzzaman Dipu
MSS. Sociology, Dhaka University

Bogra Diary

Crime at Large

Some time back, my father and I had gone to Dhaka. When we were walking along the T.S.C. road in the morning, two middle-aged men came over to us and introduced themselves as policemen. We would not believe them and thought that they were impersonating policemen but then they showed us their identities. They then told us that we had committed a crime and we had to go with them. They had a taxi waiting and told us to get inside but we hesitated. That was when they brought out a gun and we had no option but to comply. They took all our money and all the while, we were trembling with fear. They were not the police after all, as our first hunch proved to be correct: they were criminals. My point is: how do we common people judge the right ones from the wrong ones?

Tapesh Sarker
English Department, A. H. University , Bogra



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