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March 5, 2004

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Tit for Tat

A few days ago, a very interesting kind of 'justice' took place near my house. There lives a tenant beside our house and everyday, they would dump garbage from their window onto the street. Passers by always shout at them but they don't seem to pay any attention. The tenants in that apartment can also be heard quarreling from time to time and it is really annoying for the neighbours . There were times that the tenants were told to act in a civil manner, if not for the bickering but at least not to pollute the road from their window. The owner used to be very rude and always told the people to mind their own business. Fortunately, last Friday as the man was going to say his prayers, something funny happened. All the garbage that is usually dropped from his apartment was dropped on top of him. The people around him, instead of coming to his aid, pointed and started to laugh at him. He got exactly what he deserved. Like they say, "What goes around, comes around."

Salman Ghani, Satrowza, Dhaka


The Bitter Taste of Freedom

We fought really hard for our freedom and got it in 1971, but how free are we actually? The other day, while coming from my office, I was standing at Mirpur-10 circle waiting for a bus when something caught my attention. I saw a police van with two constables and an inspector. There was a young man selling grapes close by and the inspector asked him to give half a kilo of grapes. The trio swallowed the fruits within minutes. They asked for some more and finished those too like gluttons. As they were leaving, the fruit-seller asked for the money. The inspector looked at him and said, "Kisher taka re beta?" (What money, man?) They told him to hold his ears and do ten sit-ups. As the fruit-seller obeyed the tyrant inspector, I could clearly see tears fall from the poor manís eyes. So, how free are we really?

Md. Ashraful Karim, Mirpur-1, Dhaka


What's in a Title?

I was passing by Asad Gate and caught sight of a banner, an advertisement for an English Medium School. To my surprise, I also saw the name of the principal, along with the principal's qualifications on the board. The person was an ambassador to some country. It felt quite strange to see someone's name and his qualifications, when the point of the banner should have been admission to the school. I doubt whether his title as an ambassador has anything to do with the academic quality of the school. Also in the case of private universities, we see that the VCs of the universities are former bank exchequers or industrialists. If this is the case, I think that our education system is doomed.

Naome Syed, Mohammadpur

 

 
         

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