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|Tough Lesson (standard:humor, 965 words)|
|Author: Lincoln||Added: May 19 2003||Views/Reads: 1847/1129||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My uncle learned the lesson at last.|
We were returning back from Comilla by a bus. Reza bhai took me there to observe the ruins of Mainamoti Buddha Bihar. We spent the whole day watching the Bihar and the adjacent museum. Just before starting for Dhaka, we also paid a visit to the famous cemetery for the heroes of Second World War. Reza bhai was very pleased to describe me the old glories of the Buddhist center, which was a famous place for education. He said that many scholars of our country went to different parts of the world to spread their knowledge. But alas! The standard of education had decreased so much. Then he asked me, “Do you have any idea how much it costs to admit a little child in any famous English medium school in Dhaka?” I had no idea. But just wanted to take a chance, “Two thousand?” “Twenty to thirty thousand taka! Just imagine” “Only those who suffered knew the agony of the situation. Let me tell you the experience of my uncle. Then you will understand.” Reza bhai added. Reza bhai continued... “My uncle was working in a multi national company. Most of all his colleagues had children studying in English medium schools. From his experience, he concluded that the future of his son would be brighter if he could get the opportunity to study in an English medium school. So, he became proactive. There were different rules in English medium schools. A child had to be admitted in a school just at the age of four. Some schools had provision that both the parents must obtain masters degree to become eligible to collect admission form. In this case my uncle faced severe problem, as my aunt only had a B.A degree. So my uncle had no choice but to admit her to a M.A class. After all, he wanted to avert a similar situation at the time when his son would go for admission to a college in future. My uncle started to search for the best opportunity. But the job was not very easy. Harvard International Islamic School, refused to accept his son in the school, as he had no beard! Up-Down International School refused to sale an admission form to him when they came to know that he lived in Modhubagh!! Jupiter Garden School refused to accept a guardian whose monthly income was less than 50,000 taka!!! My uncle was demoralized but did not stop fighting for the welfare of his little son. He went form school to school in search of an admission form. Finally he found it! The Lower Middle Class English Medium School, told him that they can admit his son if they pass the admission test. The admission charge would be taka 20,000 only and an additional charge of taka 10,000 had to be donated to the development fund. The monthly tuition fee would be mere taka 2,200. There was nothing in this world that could stop my uncle from taking this opportunity. He sold land in the village to collect the money. He got admitted his son to three different pre school admission-coaching centers. The preparation did not stop here. My aunt and uncle took personal slots to teach the minor child. There was a 16-hour long teaching schedule. Just think about the poor child of four! He was getting thinner. Even some of his hair turned gray! But nobody had the time to notice. Every body was shouting, read, read! Finally the judgment day came. My uncle with his son went to the school. Everybody else was performing an especial starvation for that day. Special prayers and milad were offered at the local mosque. The principal of the school asked the little boy to sit in a chair right Click here to read the rest of this story (58 more lines)
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