there's a blogger in somewhereinblog.net who has started writing a series on his dhaka university days. i think he's left the uni a long time ago. he has started noting down the memories he says, as a tribute to the glory days he passed there. not anything of a great literature,,, but once you start reading, you somehow won't be able to stop. may be it's only me, as i am from the same uni and share the same experience and nostalgia...i am quite sure when this series is over im going to miss it.
i was reading the latest post of his, and was wondering, what makes dhaka university so special to us? we know it has so many shortcomings, the list would be endless,,, but still...the time we passed at DU is something we'll cherish all our lives. bunking classes, addafying at the central library (yah!), watching the couples smooching at the corners of tsc, so many useless plans for a tour abroad (the miserable batch of ours!), hopping on a bus to go someplace away (usually it was savar, or narayangonj,, as those were the two farthest places reachable by the university bus service!), watching the kaalboishakhi from the department corridor, getting wet in the rain, june...when the whole campus turned red, yellow and purple with all the krishnachuras, radhachuras and jaarul trees in full bloom, the dreamy voices of the teachers reciting poetry, or quoting tales of faraway lands,, laughing at the classmates who studied all the time..and before exams, wishing we were also doing the same (and of course, forget all about it after the exam!)....
i think i should stop now, or it would go on forever..
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment