GLITTERING COLORS ON THE CANVAS OF LIFE

Engr. S. A. Ahsan Rajon Lecturer, Department of Computer Science Khulna Public College, Khulna. Ahsan.rajon@gmail.com

Life is like a painting canvas. Every day we encounter a lot of experiences each of which imprints completely different types of colors with different shades of feelings onto the canvas of our life. The colors are often so glittering to make the total arena shining gorgeously, whereas at the same time some of the colors are so blurred that finds its way to get veiled. Yep, these are the collection of joyous feelings of achievements, evergreen memories of the very early years of life and inversely; even the sad, gloomy and painful experiences which makes up the life often so charming and often so crazy. As a man of flesh and blood, I also go on with such intense feelings with an interesting mix of countless goods and bads; a greater share of which is related to Khulna Public College. A lot of colors on this canvas of life still now bear the testimony of joys and sorrows related to Khulna public college and surprisingly everyday new strokes of new brushes with new colors are being added onto the canvas. I dont know whether it is my fate or fortune to get the canvas persistently more colorful each and every day as a faculty member of KPC where I was a student just nine years ago. When the souvenir committee especially Beniaz Zaman sir provided me the opportunity to articulate my diversified feelings regarding KPC as a student and as a faculty member as well, I certainly accepted that to express the untold words of unrevealed colors on the canvas. June, 2000. I have just passed the SSC exam from Saint Josephs High School. Abbu, Ammu and Vaiya; the very three members of my family decided to get myself admitted into Khulna Public College however I did not have any knowledge on that institution. Nevertheless, their belief was firm on the discipline and quality of education of KPC that especially vaiya heard from his class mates. Finally, in late June, Abbu took me to the college which is approximately five to six kilometers away from home and the center of Khulna as well. Around thirty minutes journey by rickshaw made me bit annoyed. That was my very first visit to Khulna Public College. Abbu asked the gateman about the location of office from where we were to collect the application form for admission. We entered into the room and found a crowd of people like me. Though the form was collected, I was in indecision to get myself admitted into KPC thinking of the hassle to reach in the college crossing the long distance every day. Since all my family members were eagerly expecting, I sat for the exam and

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fortunately secured sixth position. Since my joining into KPC as a faculty member, when I am to work as a committee member for conducting interview for admission into class eleven my memory takes me back to that day when I also sat as an interviewee with my Abbu before Siraj Sir, Selim Sir, the then principal Lal Mia Sir and Hasna Banu Madam who asked a couple of questions and also informed me about KPC. Anyway, I got myself admitted into Khulna Public College and started my KPC life on August 08, 2000. The first class was of Mr. Shahedul Huq; the man who inspired me to be the cultural prefect afterwards. Since students who had their SSC from KPC were well-known to the teachers and in the class they used to dominate, in those first few days students like me who were novice to KPC felt discomforted. But within short days, the relation between the new and old students became so profound that none cared about their backgrounds. In fact, in getting acquainted with the decorum of KPC and especially getting accurate views on types of teachers they helped us a lot. Rasha, Istiak, Rocky were in leading position in disseminating the concerns. Soon, a great friendship evolved among a couple of dynamic-fellows including Fayzul, Fahad, Shakil, Moni, Emu, Sourav, Rasha, Asif, Roky and several others whereas students staying in the hostel who were mainly from villages like Noresh, Hasnat, Biplab were more sincere and obedient to the teachers. But surprisingly, the academic result of this vibrant-group was better than their one. In jeopardizing the tiffin-distribution the group was also the master. Interestingly, most of us of this group have become engineers, doctors and other high professionals. During the school life, usually every student is supposed to dream that college life would be much more flexible than school life. But from the very first day of the college life it is to get shocked and disappointed to find that the life of KPC is much harder than school. All the days I had to wake up at freaking 6 a.m. so that I could have breakfast in time and be able to reach to college in time. Often it made me worried on KPC like most others, but entering into further life everyone realizes the benefit of this rigidity. Still now the days of classes, the innumerable pieces of memories of making funs during classes and tiffin, resultant punishments from teachers, and above all the CTPs frequently takes me back to those sweet KPC days. I do think that, it is common for all ex-KPC students. Another part of memory resides on the weekly gathering in the field. It was the most painful thing to all of my friends. But fortunately in my entire college life I didnt have to face this so called pain, rather I enjoyed those two periods of Thursday. While all the students had to perform the left-right, I had to stand before all the students having a mike on my hand. There is a background story of becoming the cultural prefect. In the very first day of the weekly gathering, the prefectural board was out of date. While I had just stood on the gathering, I heard the voice of Munsi sir urging Rajon; XI Science A; 2795 come here and meet with me. I was perplexed and at the same time bit worried. I met him and he provided me a sheet containing the sequence of events of the gathering to be announced and

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presented. Probably my pronunciation and presentation style attracted Munsi Sir that he observed during his classes and therefore assigned me to that job. TB Madam was also there to provide me the practical directions. Though I had enough experience of orating, having spot speech but that was the first time I had faced this type of assignment, and consequently, I was extremely worried. However, luckily last of all, I completed the job successfully. A few weeks later I attended into the interview for selection of the members of board of prefects and became the cultural prefect. In KPC, the relation between the students and teachers was (and even till now) noteworthy enough to pave the students helping atmosphere for their learning. What we have learnt from them in KPC and what our mentors have rendered to us have seen a practical manifestation not only in every arena of Bangladesh rather disseminated to the every corner of the world. In establishing a better society based on equality, justice, truth and honesty I think, the contribution of KPC is of no doubt prominent. In this way, two years passed with lots of experiences of dreadful nightmares about never ending class tests and lab reports mixed with simultaneous pains and joys and soon our favorite campus became a memory, an illustrated illustration of some nostalgic moments. For making the life prepared for the professional arena by getting admitted into university, there was the essence of such a painful departure, though it also had the essence of joy and euphoria of responsibility to be shared throughout the life. January 02, 2010. It was a new start of an old event. I again became the member of KPC family through joining as a lecturer of Department of Computer Science. To be frank, I never anticipated being a faculty member of KPC even at my dream. It was an unwanted getting for me which left indifferent feeling since it probably equalized my shocks of getting a dream broken into pieces and achieving something not cherished beforehand. When I re-entered into the college with new identity, I observed numerous changes. Besides of infrastructural development, there were extreme changes to the appearances of a number of persons. Some of them has bypassed their ages and has become more young (like Tasin Sir, Alal Sir, Munsi Sir), some of them have become bearded (like Shahedul Huq Sir) and some have got grey-headed (like Siraj Sir, Malek Sir). There were also some faces that never could be seen any more for their departure from this temporal earth. Within the very first week I certainly comprehended that, though most of my teachers were mentally in the same position that I had found them during my studentship, there were several other new faculty members having the opposite. I also realized that, it is really hard to manage the uniformity and continuing glory of anything getting gradually expanded. Since the old environment appeared quite new to me, it became a must for me to learn to get habituated with it. The rock of time rolls and I am getting accustomed with the atmosphere, rules and habits gradually burying the me of myself. However, it breathes an essence of comfort, joys, sorrows, optimisms and pessimisms that can never be separated.
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Nothing in this world is ever an unmixed blessing of the Almighty. My experiences as a faculty member also bear the same. In figuring out the limitations in educational institutions of Bangladesh this experience also helped me a lot. I found that, often the unnecessary deadlines, absence of maintaining official decorum, injustice, lack of appreciation of good efforts and above all the intention of some seniors to outsource their tasks to juniors greatly discourages young people serving into traditional educational institutions. However probably in every organization there are always some people like Saidur Rahman sir who even being the departmental head always takes care of his departmental fellows like a caring head, like a sympathetic guardian and above all like an open minded pioneer. In parallel, I always salute Tasin Sir, Malek Sir, Nuruzzaman Sir and several others for the same qualities as well. This is how time passes on and surprisingly I discover this place is becoming a very dear place to me. Surely, I will be missing them while if I am to again step outside this campus. I will be missing the department, the lab, the classrooms, the teachers lounge and above all my colleagues and teaches again. However, it will remain in a special place in my heart forever. I wanted to write so little, and yet feelings failed me to accept the boundary. I am afraid that my deep emotions and thousands tiny but sweet rambling thoughts might not be accompanied by adequate words. Certainly my subconscious mind has also unanticipatedly skipped some names of my friends, classmates, teachers and colleagues. I supplicate leniency for all of these. Hope the upcoming days be really full with ecstasy and success for both me and KPC. Dreaming for that golden sunrise .

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