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
didn’t 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 wasn’t 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
