Dr. Atiur Rahman, the Governor of Bangladesh Bank had past his boyhood days in severe hardship. He had a childhood life of struggle and spent his days in utmost misery. I had the opportunity to learn about him, through various news sources.

He was born in a remote village in the district of Jamalpur. The only mean of transportation was to ride a bi-cycle 18 kilometers to reach the nearest city from his village. In the village, the highest qualified man was Mahfiz Uddin his paternal uncle. He passed the School Certificate Examinations. His father was a poor landless farmer. They were five brothers and three sisters. They had to spend their days in hunger and misery. Atiur’s grand father was a financially solvent man, unfortunately, his father didn’t get the opportunity to stay with is grandfather. They would stay in a nearby hay hut, all the brothers and sisters together along with their parents. His mother inherited a piece of land which was nearly about an acre, which was cultivated by his father, this land hardly provided food for 5 to 6 months. Atiur had the first hand experience of poverty, as they couldn’t afford their food and clothing properly.

Atiur’s mother was literate in a sense that she had elementary education. She taught her him the elementary education. Then he was admitted to a Primary School in the village, he hardly could reach Class III but, couldn’t proceed any further as his family couldn’t afford his educational expenses. Earlier, his elder brother had also left school, then both the brothers had to devote themselves to earn the bread for the family.

They had a cow and a goat. Atiur’s new responsibility was to take these two animals to the fields for the day for grazing. In the evening he used to sell the milk in the village bazzar. Thus he was adding some money to his family’s income. Then after a few days, with is megre savings of Taka 8, he could start a small stall for selling pan and cigarette. He used to run the stall from morning till evening. At this stage he thought his education had stopped for ever.

One day his elder brother told him about the drama which was supposed to be staged in the evening at the school premises. He still remembers that he had no shirts, putting on his lungi, he and his brother went to see the drama. He was surprised to see the atmosphere of the school, there was a sense of joy everywhere. He also thought whether he could be a part of it. He then decided that he would start schooling again. After the show, while returning he had approached his brother whether he could restart his education. His brother too was sympathetic towards his proposal and told him that he would meet the Headmaster of the school the following day. The next day, both the brothers went to school, then his brother went to the room of the Headmaster while he was waiting outside. To his surprise he had overheard the Headmaster speaking while his brother was requesting the Headmaster to permit Atiur to appear for the Final Exams. The Headmaster said that education is not meant of everyone. Atiur felt insulted very much with this remark of the Headmaster, all his hope to restart his study was going to vain, turning down to ashes. However, his brother could succeed at length to persuade the Headmaster to permit him to appear for the Final Exams.

It was only 3 months left for the Final Exams. Returning home he told his mother to give him leave for three months. He would not stay at home, there was no food, no clothing, no books but still he was determined to appear for the Final Exams and pass. Atiur’s mother wanted to know his intensions. He told her that he knew his class friend Mozzamel’s mother, who was a kindhearted generous women. He will approach to her, asking whether she could give him shelter and food till the time of exams. Then he went to Mozzamel’s home, and Mozzamel’s mother was more than willing to support him, when she heard everything from Atiur. He stayed at her home, his shelter and food was assured. The Heasmaster’s remark had been bugging his all the time and it had become an inspiring source for him to study more and more. A sort of firmness started working in his mind.

The Exams started as scheduled. He was appearing for the exams day by day, the more he sat for the exams, the more he became more enthusiastic to continue his studies. On the day of the declaration of results, the Headmaster came to his class. He was a bit hesitant to spell out the name of the boy was stood first in the class. However, he declared him as the first boy of the class. Tears rolled down the cheek of his brother with this joyous news. However, Atiur was normal, as if the result was not at all unexpected.

While returning home, they lead a procession of a jubilant crowd. The whole village was in a jubilant mood. His illiterate father for whom there wasn’t any difference in the meaning between first and last, was happy too. He understood that his son had made a great achievement. When Atiur’s father heard about the promotion of Atiur to the higher class and he required new books, immediately he went to the bazzar, sold the family goat at Taka 12. Then he took Atiur to Jamalpur, where they bought books from Nabanur Library. Thus Atiur’ lifestyle started changing.

He again started to go to school regularly, still he used to help his parents during his leisure time. In the meantime, the teachers of his school became very fond of Atiur. On of his teachers Faiz Moulobhi took care of him as his own son. Thus Atiur was promoted to Class 5, after he stood first in Class 4. After some many days his Uncle Mafiz Uddin also started to support him. Mafiz Uddin took him to his home where he stayed and continued his studies. After completing his Primary Education, he got admitted at Dighipait Junior High School. His uncle was also a teacher in this school. The Teachers of this school also came to know about Atiur’s struggle in life, he were also supported him in many ways.

When Atiur was about to be promoted to Class 8 from Class 7, only his Uncle brought a paper clipping for him, an advertisement for admission in the Cadet College. Inspired by his Uncle, he filled in the form for submission. It is quite worthwhile to mention that his name was Ataur Rahman, but his Headmaster while filling the form for his admission at the Cadet College, wrote Atiur Rahman. He said that this boy will be someone remarkable one day in future, there are a host of Ataurs in the country so his name needs to be a bit different. Atiur prepared himself for the selection exams for the Cadet College. On the day of selection test, he was quite a bit fish out of water in the examination hall, he was the only boy in pajama and sponge sandals there. He thought that he would never be selected. However to his utmost surprise he received the letter that he was selected after two months. Now for the Final Selection Test he has to go to Dhaka Cantonment. Everybody was happy for him, but he was a bit worried, as he had not trousers of his own. At last he could manage to borrow one from the Kanai Lal, the clerk of the school. Similarly he could borrow a shirt, too. Then he and his Uncle started for Dhaka for the Final Selection Test. He was taught by his Uncle to say “May I come in” while entering the room of the Viva Voce. He could say so, but in such a loud voice that triggered everybody to laugh. While appearing for the Viva Voce, the Principal M. W. Pit, could understand him and his economic situation. Pit immediately became very close to him. Atiur could understand that he was getting the opportunity to study in the Cadet College.

After 3 months the letter had arrived that Atiur had been selected for admission at the Cadet College. The monthly tuition fee was Taka 150. He was sanctioned Taka 100 as stipend and the balance Taka 50 he had to pay per month. Atiur was taken aback, when there as no money for his family to have three square meals per day, he was studying under the mercy of his Uncle, in such a situation how he could afford Taka 50 per month. Atiur was in great dilemma, his monthly tuition fees of the Cadet College could not be arranged. At last he approached to his dear Teacher Faiz Moulobhi, who extended support to him for raising funds for this purpose. Faiz Moulobhi along with to other of his colleagues went to the village bazzar and with a gamcha spread appealed to the shop keepers for help. Most of them supported him with according to their own abilities, some with four anas, some eight anas, some one taka and some two taka. However, he managed to raise a total of Taka 150 and his Uncle gave him an additional Taka 50. Thus he got admitted at Mirzapur Cadet College. He could manage to pay his first 3 months tuition fees and also meet other essential needs.

On the first day of his college, the Principal M. W. Pit came to see him. Atiur told him that he could manage to pay for 3 months tuition fees, then he might have to leave the college if he could manage to arrange the tuition fees for the following months. The Principle being passionate to him discussed his issue in the Board Meeting and finally he was sanctioned stipend of Taka 150 per month. After this he continued his studies and never had to look back. At the Secondary School Certificate Examinations he stood Fifth in Dhaka Board and soon after many other achievements followed this great scholar.

According to him, his life has been blessed with support of mostly common people. Later when he stood up and had managed to secure his position in the society, he had contributed a lot to establish schools and colleges in the vicinity of his home. He never kept any stone unturned to support anyone who was in need. But he says that he couldn’t repay back the Taka 150, collected from the Bazzar for his admission in the Cadet College and this will never be possible in his life time, even by sacrificing his own life.

The reason behind writing this account, is the astonishing real life story of the Governor of Bangladesh Bank, I attempted to prove again that ‘where there is a way there is a will’ and Dr. Atiur Rahman is a burning example of this. If we really want to succeed in our life and if we really strife for that then we shall be rewarded like the luminary personality of Dr. Atiur Rahman. I wonder whether Dr. Atiur Rahman’s bio could be incorporated in our text books of our school children. Just as we had learnt the struggle of Pandit Iswar Chandra Bidyasagar in his childhood days, in our text books, who later become the pioneer of Bangla literature and famous social reformer. My head down salute to Dr. Atiur Rahman.

Global warming is now a more talked about topic. Our planet is getting warmer and warmer each day. The ice in the poles is melting. The seawater is rising and gradually a lot of countries in the world, those are just above sea level like Maldives and a large coastal areas of Bangladesh will submerge within the next 50 years. This is a matter of concern, if we are not careful about our carbon emissions today, then this is the reality that shall take place more early, that’s for sure.

 

I am so much concerned about the global warming because, I do have experienced positively about the issue of global warming. The world is getting warmer and warmer. The city of Bangalore in India is a burning example of this. I happened to stay in Bangalore for some months in the year 1989 and then again for several months in 1991.  Bangalore was called the Garden City of India, I believe that it is still called the Garden City, but the charm of the city has vanished within these days. In those days and before, the city was absolutely green, gardens in every nook and corner, the streets were under the shade of large trees. Flowers bloom all year round, literally it was a picturesque city of garden. The weather of Bangalore was really cool, more or less, all year round. The temperature was all was below 18 degrees Celsius, in the afternoons even, at night it was chillier. We required blankets. People never used fans or air conditioners in their homes or offices.

 

Now after about 20 years the scenario has changed completely. I have visited Bangalore several times in between. The huge trees which used be as umbrellas over the streets have vanished. More destructions have taken place in the name of development. Massive development has taken place in and around Bangalore. The city has been transformed into concrete jungle, though it has now rewarded with a the new name, the IT Capital of India, while the name of  City of Garden has been blurred in the shadows of the concrete jungle. The weather of Bangalore too have changed, the temperature often touches 30 degree Celsius and each house is adorned with at least fans and the affluent do not compromise the beauty of their dwellings or offices with ceiling fans, but with air conditioners. 

Often the media carries out news about the rapid destruction of forests in Bangladesh. One of the main reason for the depletion of the forests, is the mass usage of timber for brick kilns. In fact, the usage of timber as fuel has been banned by the Government and alternative fuel has been suggested. Surprisingly, this has never been followed by the kiln owners, they still use timber as fuel in large scale to produce bricks.

Once, I was watching a TV reporting, where the reporter was reporting about the usage of timber in the brick kilns. He was asking one Government Official, why they were allowing this malpractice to go on, inspite of the Government ban. The Official hopelessly said that he also understood the gravity of the situation, and it  was not appropriate at all, to allow such practice, however, still they were ignoring this, since, it was utmost necessary for the brick kilns to continue their productions.

According to him, a brick is a unit of development. Massive development works are going throughout the country; roads, bridges, buildings are being built, if the production of bricks is hampered, then the wheel of development shall stop spinning. A brick is a unit of development, so production of bricks cannot be stopped for the sake of continuing the process of development.

This is the perception of development, to our Government Officers. For them Development means building only infrastructures but not development of human resources, our Government too, do have the same perception towards Development. That’s why we see each year massive buildings are built, but then these are left unutilized. If we go to the rural areas, we see massive buildings, like health care centers, hospitals, all built to serve the people. Unfortunately, in these hospitals we see, there are no doctors, no medicines are available for the poor patients, no diagnostic and investigative medical services are available for the people.  In such a situation what is the use of spending so much funds for such huge infrastructures, while we are unable to pay for the running costs of this institutions. First we should ensure development of human resources, which is less costly than the infrastructures. The reason behind anomaly is that, the contractors with political connections, influence the government policy to build such infrastructures, which benefits the contractors only and often the construction quality is also substandard as a result the maintenance costs also increases.  Similarly, we see bridges constructed and no approach roads built in years. Thus the development efforts fill the pockets of the contractors only and the people stay where they were.      

Various opinions have been expressed earlier in this section about the proposed installation of the Maglev Train in the Dhaka Chittagong route. The debate was mostly concerning the exorbitant cost of such a venture. As it has been reported, this would be completely a foreign investment, the travellers of this train shall have to pay higher fare and the government exchequer has to pay plenty in foreign currency for the profit and investment repatriation.Besides the exorbitant cost, I do have an ethical question to raise. Does the people of our country deserve such a fast train, when most of us do not realise the value of time. We are often late in office not only by minutes but by hours, when we prefer to gossip more during our working hours, again close our pen well ahead of the closure of office hours.

It has become a general trend that most of our government as well as non governmental projects do not conclude as per the scheduled time. Wasting time has become a normal practice in our day to day life. In such a situation, what is the justification of introducing a fast train involving huge investment, which will save our travelling hours, when we are not in a position to utilise those hours for productive purposes.

To the contrary, I would propose the railway authorities to be more vigilant to work for the improvement of our existing railway system. Properly maintained railway tracks, locomotives and compartments will surely increase the quality and decrease the travelling time considerably. Not many years ago, in 1985, the first inter-city train Mohanagar was introduced between Dhaka and Chittagong, which took five hours to travel. We wonder, our railway authorities failed to maintain that time even. Now it takes more than six hours to travel by Subarna Express.

Further, the possibility could be explored to construct a new rail route from Comilla to Dhaka via Daudkandi and Narayanganj. Construction of a bridge over the river Meghna will be required then. This would curtail the length of railroads between Dhaka and Chittagong and save a lot of travel time. The investment will be substantial no doubt, but not millions of dollars required to build per kilometre of railway track.

Finally, I would urge the railway authorities to take serious efforts to improve the present system by maintaining the tracks properly, running the trains in time, so that we do not have to ask when shall the nine o’clock depart or when the nine o’clock due train shall arrive.

First Published in The Daily Star, Dhaka, Bangladesh on September 5, 2003

It is a story published recently in a news daily, about 10 birds on an average is killed each day in an orchard in Rajshahi. People put nets around the fruit trees to prevent birds to eat away fruits from the trees and birds get entangled in the nets and get killed. However, it was also in the news that the owners of the orchards are taking measures to prevent killing of birds, by freeing them as soon as they get entangled. I appreciate very much and commend the daily for allowing space for a such news along with a colored picture. I hope this will help people to become aware for the preservation of the bird species in our country and save us from impending ecological disaster. Death of birds making news is something new in our culture, people still have hobby of killing birds with air guns. A few days ago, I too was surprised to see an airgun in one of my relatives house, when inquired, he told me about his passion of killing birds in the winter season in the villages, but now it has become difficult for him to hunt, because hunting birds is opposed by the villagers now-a-days and they sometimes abuse the hunters, so he sadly said about abandoning the hunting game. This delighted me, our people are getting more conscious about the preservation of the ecology. Now let me say about the migratory birds being sold in the cities like Dhaka by the hawkers, stories are often published in the dailies. We too, need to register our concern and prevention of sales of these birds, signs are there, selling such birds are reducing each year. Can we dream of a place where our whole country shall be a bird sanctuary. We shall go to bed and rise with the chirping of birds as D.L. Roy has rightly pointed out in most famous song, ‘taraa phakhir dake ghumea pora, phakhir jage’.

Have you ever heard the name of Phu Quoc, most of us have not heard about it. For myself, I never heard about it until I read about it in an article in our  daily newspaper. This is a tranquil tropical island, located 45 kilometers off Vietnam’s south-western coast and believed to become one of Southeast Asia’s premier beach holiday destinations very soon.

 Vietnam has started building a new international airport investing almost one billion dollars on this island. It will be able to handle 3 million passengers a year by 2012 and 7 million and gradually the yearly capacity handling shall be raised to 7 million by the year 2030.

 This gives an indication about the meaningful planning and effort of the Vietnam’s Government to promote an island for a major tourist attraction in the days to come, very likely, we shall be able to hear a new name in the South East Asia Phu Quoc, along with the names of Phuket or Pattaya. Perhaps we too shall cherish to visit that island in near future.

 It is a pity that Cox’s Bazzar has been a major tourist attraction for more than a half a century and we have been creating a lot of hue and cry for overseas tourists to visit there, but we never sincerely tried to upgrade its quality and facilities. Its hard to expect foreign tourists to visit Cox’s Bazzar until and unless we have an international airport there. We have only weekly fights from Dhaka and Chittagong to Cox which is not at all congenial to attract foreign tourists. 

 Its more interesting that we are now voting in the internet to bring Cox amongst the new Natural Seven Wonders of the world, luckily Cox is  now in the leading line, however, if we do not give importance for developing the facilities there, then we cannot expect good number of tourists to come. I hardly know about money changers or Automatic Teller Machines there, a bank takes hours to encash foreign currencies. No notable recreational facilities are there, especially to spend during evening time, there is nothing to do at night except dine and sleep. No theme parks are there. Uninterrupted power supply is a must for such a tourist  spots. Last time I went, found myself engulfed in total darkness outdoor for load shedding. There are quite a number of hotels there, but no proper system to room reservations from abroad or even from other parts of the country. Nobody likes to go there until they can be assured for the accommodation there.

 Vietnam’s economy is growing fast at a rapid pace, and we are are bystanders, admiring the developments there, as we have done in the case of Malaysia, while both of the countries were backward or at par with us a couple of decades ago. That’s really a pity for us.

 Now let us contemplate, what Vietnam has and we do not have to promote such a tourist attraction.

Today, I happened to travel by rickshaw and the fare was fixed at Taka 15. When I reached the destination, I handed over a note of Taka 20 to the driver, and he was giving me the change. I had noticed that the rickshaw driver, was choosing the Two Taka notes, which were torn and handed over to me two of such notes along with the a One Taka coin. I noticed that he had good notes also with him.

I murmured the old theory in economics, which I learnt in my high school days. “Bad money drives away good money from the market.” This is how, people retain good notes to themselves and give away the bad money for circulation. I can confidently say that I too is not an exception of this, I also do the same thing, may be unconsciously, retaining the good notes with me and giving away torn or old currency notes to the shopkeepers while shopping.

Not to mention that there is also another habit regarding coins which we had learnt from our childhood. The piggy bank habit. During our childhood, it was quite customary for our dads to buy us clay banks, what we call matir ghot. We used to save our tiffin money there on regular basis and when it was filled up, we broke the matir ghot and got an amount of money like a windfall. We used only to keep twentyfive and fifty paisa coins on those days.

Now my second grader daughter, too, has adopted that paternal habit. Where ever she finds any coins she puts it in her matir ghot, but now a days the denominations are higher, no more poisa coins, these are One Taka, Two Taka and Five Taka coins. Her matir ghot is nearly full and now she cannot lift it also for its weight.

I am sure that this practice is also done in thousands of homes in our Bengalee families and surely this creates shortages of coin circulation in the market and we are to be blamed for this.

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The Christian Community throughout the world is observing Holy Thursday today. It was commemoration of the Last Supper of Jesus Christ. During this holy week the Christians remember the passion of Christ which leads to his death on Good Friday and then finally his glorious resurrection, which is celebrated as Easter Sunday.

I wish to write my thoughts about the Last Supper. Last Supper is the communion of Christ had with his disciples, the symbolic communion of Christ with the Church, the people, the followers. The doctrine of Eucharist is established on this day. Christ after the last supper had washed the feet of his followers one by one. He had set up an unique example of servitude and humbleness. He mentioned upon enquiry by his followers that his followers should also act in such a way in their real life situation. This has become an important component of Christian teachings.

Today one third of the inhabitants of this world possess Christianity. Each of the Christians is meant to follow the teachings of Christ. In reality, this is absent at all. Its easy to find a Christian but difficult to find a Christian who follows the teachings of Christ. Reflections of these teachings are quite absent in the life of the Leaders of the society who claim to be Christians. It is difficult to imagine that Leaders are serving the people. Very few leaders have such quality, to serve the people and express such humbleness and do have the courage to forgive the offenders unconditionally; which is the first teaching of Christ. If the teachings of Christ were frequently practiced then the new world order of peace and tranquility would prevail.

Proselytizing should be main objectives of Missionary Churches. Spreading the Good News more accurately the Gospel is the responsibility of a Christian.  A lot of Churches are involved aggressively in spreading the Gospel with an ultimate goal to win souls and convert them towards Christianity. I do not find any problem with his and also do appreciate it very much though I myself had proved to be very unproductive in this issue. I agree with conversion as long as the convert himself/herself accepts Christ with his open heart, not under any sort of compulsion.

However, sometimes things are quite different in his matter, when it is practiced. Different Churches focus on various groups of people, especially targeting the ethnic groups. However the most interesting is that one of the groups are emphasizing on the Islamic Society. As a camouflage, they give an Islamic name of their group, circulate track and bible in a language with Islamic or Arabic terminology. Like, the never use the word Jesus Christ, instead they use “Isa-e-Islam”, Arabic name of Jesus Christ as indicated in the Koran. Even they do not use the name Bible, instead “Injil Sharif” the Bible as depicted in Koran. They do not hold Sunday Mass, but on Fridays, as the Muslims have their weekly prayer on Fridays. Even while christening they give Islamic names to the new converts or maintain their Islamic names.

Through these fraudulent means, (sorry to say such) they try to attract the Muslims, trying to convert them to Christianity, giving them a false notion that Christianity is a sect of Islam or something near to it.

Is this not an act of fraudulence, is this mean of conversion into Christianity is at all acceptable. I do not subscribe to such acts nor do I accept these hypocrisies. What do the people of other faith think of us, when they find out these means of conversion.