was once my dream to get into Dhaka University. I used to
be a very average student, but I worked very hard to get into
this reputed institution. I did very well in my HSC exams,
and finally got accepted to DU, much to my excitement. But
now, I am fed up, tired and frustrated over the frequent calls
of student strikes, which stop all classes and normal functioning
of DU. Both the government and the opposition party do not
seem to take this problem seriously which actually hamper
a student's future career plans, not to mention education.
If this situation cotinues like this, students will forced
to go abroad or be content in a private university. I have
lost all my zeal of being a student now.
Dept. of Finance & Banking, University of Dhaka
meal worth talking about
few days ago on my way to my coaching classes, I thought of
having a plate of "chatpati", since I had some time
to spare. While I was enjoying the food, two hostile policemen
came to the spot and asked the "chatpatiwala" to
prepare two plates of "chatpati' for them. As the "chatpatiwala"
made the meal, I could see the grim and unpleasant look on
his face. After the man served the food, the policemen gobbled
up the food and prepared to leave. When the "chatpatiwala"
asked for his money, the policemen grumbled and swore at him.
One of them even hit him on the head and left the spot. I
was shocked at this barbaric behaviour of the two rogues and
wondered how these so-called "lawmakers" actually
protect our country from extortionists and hoodlums, when
they are the ones involved in committing the crime.
few years back when I was in high school, an inspector from
the education board came to inspect our school. But he came
without any prior notice and was walking around the school
just like a guardian. When I got out of the classroom to go
the wash room, I noticed him walking in the halls and mistook
him for a parent. I started talking to him and told him about
every day school woes. I told him about the pathetic conditions
the school is going through. I told him about the unhygienic
sanitation system and that we did not get the clean drinking
water. The school canteen was charging high for low quality
food. The teachers were not serious in classes and would discuss
only about beauty salons and fashion tips. They would not
give us marks in the examinations if we failed to write according
to their given notes. Peons and cleaners did not perform their
duty properly. As he was listening to my list of grievances,
he was keeping his identity a secret all throughout. He also
got hold of my name, class and roll number. The next day,
all the teachers seemed rather irritated with me and kept
asking me why I had complained to the school inspector. That's
when I realised who I had been talking to. The next term I
almost failed my Bangla exam. So an advice to all students,
think before you speak!
Department of Women Studies, DU