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March 19, 2004

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Our Education Our Ethics

A couple of days back, I was on my way to my tuition when I noticed a rickshawpuller standing in front of my hall gate at Dhaka University. He had a sullen face and as I asked him whether he would take me to my destination, he declined with a deep sigh. He said that he had been waiting for about an hour and a half for his fare of Tk.20. A student had come from Shyamoli and had given the rickshawpuller a Tk.100 note. Since the puller didnít have change, the student went into the university campus, promising the rickshawpuller that he would return within five minutes with the change. He didn't. I was stunned but this was not the first time that I had heard something like this. Studying in such a reputed institution it is absolutely abominable that some students can be so unscrupulous. Is simply going to a university and getting a degree the main point of our education? Don't we learn any ethics at all? What is the meaning of our education if we continue to be so poor morally?

Md. Muzahid Husain, Dhaka University

Believe it or not

It was the last day of our university's summer vacation. I was getting ready to come back to Dhaka from my native town Comilla. At noon my father told me to buy a textbook for my younger brother and gave me a Tk.500 note. I went to the Moghultuli book market in Comilla with my brother. We finally got the book from Globe Library for Tk.140. I gave him the Tk.500 note and he returned my change. I didn't count it. After returning home, I put the money in my father's pocket. After some time, my father called me and asked for the price of the book. We noticed that Tk.100 was missing from the change that the shopkeeper had given me. We frantically searched for the money but it wasnít there. I decided to go back to the shop to see if I had dropped the money there. My father was quite angry as I had neglected my duty by not counting the money in front of the salesman and he told me not to go because it would just be a waste of time. But I still went back, just for my mental satisfaction. When I told my situation to the shopkeeper, he said nothing. He opened a book and started to count his account. And after 15 minutes, the man admitted that he had made a mistake. I was to receive Tk.100 more. I could not speak for a moment. I don't think that I can be as honest as this shopkeeper. Who could imagine that such an incident took place in a country that stood first on the world's corruption list for three consecutive years. This little incident gave me hope for a better Bangladesh.

Shabbir Ahmad Mukim

Chittagong Diary

The Show-off

The other day I saw an interesting man while being stuck in a jam. He had put on an expensive pair of sunglasses and was talking loud on his cell phone, showing it off. I found this a bit odd and continued to watch the sight. After a little while, a gentleman dressed in a suit rushed towards the man, scolded him and grabbed the cell phone and the sunglasses from him. He then said something to the show-off. I understood that the things belonged to the gentleman--his boss. The man, who I understood was the driver, got into the car and drove off. I wonder why people like to show-off to get recognition. What could it possibly attain?

Umme Hani, Chittagong



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