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